Men die every day
Babies born every morning
No one really lives
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Its my haiku lol its about living life to the fullest as are most of the things i write....so take the hint get out and live
Submitted:Nov 4, 2009 Reads: 93 Comments: 2 Likes: 1
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Other writing by Atton Brown June 26, 2009 Who The Fuck Sick of Her Whatevers Of Men and Mice June 27, 2009 Every Human
Poetry, Poem, Life, Death, Pain, Sad, About, Heart, Hurt, Depression, Hate, Hope, Romance, Sadness, Dark, Loss, Lost, God, My, You, Girl, Alone, Broken, Suicide, Me, Fear, Friendship, Nature, Time, Friends, Anger, Joy, Tears, Dream