You Can
You can be alive, without knowing what it means to live.
You can share without knowing what it is to give.
You can say I love you and never know the feeling.
You can be healthy without ever really healing.
You can take what's not yours and never admit it's stealing.
You can say a word a million times, but that won't make it true.
You can say the sky is red, all the while knowing ...
Monday 4th September 2017 5:00 am
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