sometimes,we have to ask ourselves where did we die,

Sometimes,we have to ask ourselves where did we die,

When did we stop growing and believing the story would have a happy ending

We didn't come into the world stuck we came here to bloom 

go back there and drink
From the well that made you

Because you are alive.

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