Lessons

Life teaches,
that no heart has a guaranteed breath…
that we will travel many distances,
but wherever our journey reaches,
I pray that there will be love left..

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For Real,

I am not real.
I am just really inexplicable.
Really human,
really.
I am not real.
Real is relative,
irrelevant,
unimaginative.
When really,
I’m just trying
to make it
in the real world,
and the expectations
aren’t reality..
But really,
what can I expect
in a place where
the real me
is created by
the perception
of someone else’s
reality?
So, no. I am not real.
I am just really,
another stain
on this planet,
and no. I didn’t plan it.
really.
-honest.