it's no longer, the fight between me and this world .
because I'm safe now, there's one heart near to mine
I'm one human being with arms with feet and heart
with ears with mouth and eyes. To work. To walk .
To love to hear and speak and love, again. I laugh .
I cry I shout I yell there're tears and all the bruises
But they're proof I'm alive. And even though I'm crying
It's because I want to be happy. I'm not as half optimistic as you are.
I'm optimistic as twice. I feel things as they are, and I fight for it.
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