We are all ugly at birth
Crumpled faces, dirty
Mothers make us beautiful
Fathers reinforce it
Little nobodies
Future some bodies
Some will grow to greatness
Some will fall obscure
We will die beautiful
We will die ugly
They will cry
They will laugh
Maybe…
They won’t know
Thrust and heat of life
Cold and static death
Climax, rest, relax, repeat
Sound familiar?
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