Being HumanA Poem by Markas individuals we experience the roller coaster, but as a whole the human race thrivesIn from your sadness locked out from the light a love gone to madness; storm lit darkness called night. Crazy about each other, looking forward to night curled up with another the darkness feels right. In peace or in chaos in joy or in pain the morning will follow the night, and turn light again. Taken as a whole the race survives though a single soul dwindles or thrives.
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