It will never,
white or black:
fast you are,
change in
opinion,
mood,
smile,
cried.
The slow death
is for anyone who wants to die,
or let go;
once again,
today as yesterday and tomorrow
cling
to life.
Stand up and fight,
if you still believe it.
Stand up and fight,
if you want clarity.
Stand up and fight,
If you think is right.
Stand up and fight,
even if you claim
to exist.
Stand up and fight
for who you are,
for what you want,
with your strength and your thoughts.
Stand up and fight,
you act, ask, shout, demand
'cause silence, inaction,
simply walks away,
making sterile
the pain.
They get up 'when they had no more' tears to shed, the fall was over now, making her get to scrape the depths of the soul.
He had hit rock bottom and found himself with his ass on the ground, as they say and, therefore, was one of those moments that she knew well, or lower his head, remaining in darkness or light looking up again.
There was already 'passed, dejavu and hazy memories even prozac and Cipralex.
A crossroads, a choice, a coin toss: if the head ....
But in his heart had already 'decided and the power of decision (albeit not alleviate the pain or rather, paradoxically, increased, although not removed the fear indeed, paradoxically, led to new) allowed a glimpse of an infinitesimal patch of peace and tranquility' .
Only peace and tranquility '. Simple things, that so, too lacking in his life.
Who knows 'how he would react to his decision, I wonder' what was likely to encounter.
But now he had decided and the power of decision was his strength, 'cause even his choice, basically had a choice of self-love' for him ... for his own and others' lives.
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