You’d be wrong if you said I was alive with emotion,
Yes I may be alive,
My heart might be beating, my chest heaving,
But I’m not alive with
it.
No, I’m alive with a smile that hurts my cheeks,
I’m flourishing with the hope that screams its way
through my veins,
Its wail within me so loud I couldn’t possibly ignore its
cry,
I’m alive with the blood pumping through my veins.
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