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Serious

Why

so

serious?

When all you need to know is:

I am human.

So are you.

Why

paint our condition

with news voices

and walls that keep us

stuck

in the rat race

of clown face.

Have we become but heartless

statues

longing for the truth?

We are the truth.

We already are

the truth.

By brookecutler2

Liver of life, lover of everything. 💕

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