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Some of us are lucky,
And some of us are not
With all our afflictions we cannot
Harbour ill to the ones we made and done got
.
It's those who do not have a choice
Taken from their realm of safety in to the dark mess
Victims of callous cruel fate and some evil design
I marvel at the fact we can still find the miracle of happiness in such small things
That terror has made by default all the more beautiful.
Sickening isn't it?
This morose frame of mind
Appreciating the simple things
And thanking terror for us doing so?
A hug has never meant less
And never meant more
Strangely,
None of us care to think
The thousandth hug
Is so critical,
Any hug may be the last
Be more grateful
And gracious
In your giving
The world is enough of a cunt
Its time to Change it
One important hug
At a time.