human problem

You come to the point when you realise you’re human. You’re breath and lungs, you’re black and red, you’re cold chills and flashes of heat. You take and you want and you need and so you do, you think and you, you, you…

You’re not all bad, but neither are you purely good. Don’t you feel it rise up within you sometimes, the bad and then the good. So you squeeze a comment back down inside where it came from and you let a smile plaster your face or you let it fly when you’re only red and you realise later you’re not as controlled and measured as you thought. Sometimes it is a constant struggle where you must draw the line at ‘right’ and at ‘wrong’. 

But I can’t seem to handle me on my own, and neither can you handle you on your own. 

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