I'm living

When a flower dies a baby cries. When one thing dies another comes along. A single person smiles a life is saved. A bullet to the chest another to the leg, a scream and then silence at last. The sickness is short but it seems like forever. Just because we are the same doesn't mean you should treat me different doesn't mean you treat me the same. A million tears a thousand sorrows a hundred lives only ten that are shallow. A heart is a rose, a dream is no burden.

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