Slow it down, breathe
Where's the fire?
What's the rush?
Enjoy painting the whole canvas
Not just the last stroke of your brush
Shut it down, believe
You are alive
You are enough
If everybody's healed
What becomes of pain
If everybody's perfect
What becomes of shame
If everybody's beautiful
Then what becomes of vein
Those who make it
To the promise land
Are only destined to begin again
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Author:
Edthepoet (
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