onelife
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Cut me open like you do those scars on your wrists.
You use to hate the sight of blood,
But now the sting and crimson oozing from your wrist has become your favorite addiction.
I look at the world around me.
Full of love, joy, hope.
Marred by hate, pain, doubt.
I see myself in the middle of it all.
So small, what can I do?
So insignificant, what can I change?
Is it really about us? What is the point?
I'm just One Life. One soul.
Who says it is about me? Who is the One that says?
Life may be nothing more than a breath of days and nights.
Sometimes I wonder;
Life doesn't make sense.
Where am I going?
It's all just nonsense.
Today I was looking
For something to hold.
There was nothing...
Until I found something bold.
