written by: Hank Moody
Such a simplistic task,
A touch, felt strong
Like a mother’s hand to a newborn’s arm.
Coming from the trees
Confined damned down in
A special hell,
A place where failure
Is nothing but a mere state of mind.
Time will arise, you’ll get dragged down.
Down to the very deepest pits.
Keep your struggles, your friends at heart.
You can easily rise above this.
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