flowers and rain remain

Once the purpose of positive thought a commitment to empathy respect and unconditional love to the best of my ability is not enough.

No matter my optimism no matter the truth and health of natural understanding no matter breath heart eyes tongue burning no matter self cut feel small hero do something world still full pain world view small pain big think help not really help

Cry foolish muscles thin fight bad not fight win help others not because cry for weakness but weakness lives hear cries can’t help

So stop talk stop art stop think never come back here again

never long but life small to help but for futile thoughts

never stop art good love strong fuck all the shit…


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