everyone has their place
regardless of how we see it.
from the doctor who saves
lives to the murdering bastard
who kills them. everyone is
born into love, it is just
some loves are hard and cold
and they break laughter into
nothing; into air. and some are
special and devour and curse
us straight into the goodness
of the world.
everyone is born with meaning;
regardless if they burn
everything into the ground.
everyone.
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