they say,
its not hard to die
its hard to live
they say,
its not hard to hate
its hard to love
they say,
its not hard to destroy
its hard to build
they say,
its not hard to be angry
its hard to be kind
But why they say it
always about others?
Its not far and difficult to find
It can lay in the corner of the room
In the smile of a child
In the hug of a friend
Or covered with dust
And trown away as a poppet
But its never far away
And then its hard to find
Sometimes its unrecognizable
Becausue its so new
So unused and manytimes
in different forms
That its difficult to know
How it looks.
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