Sometimes, Most Times

Sometimes
Most times
Change is just chance
Stick yourself out there and you come back
Bruised, battered, and broken
But not dead
Never dead
Because even though
Death serves its own beauty upon my head
I’m not done
I’m not finished wrecking this world
With my phrases of discontent

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