Don't persist to exist
Or merely subsist For there is more to this day Than breathing to stay Alive but unwhole A stumbling soul Now breaking to believe In the miraculous weave Of a life in the all No matter how small For why else would we be So humble and free To smile at the sun And know we are one
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