TO ACCEPT LIVING
If onions didn't cry
Then how would my eyes sting?
If knives didn't bleed,
Then how would my wounds be sharpened?
If flowers didn't shone,
Then how would the sun have bloomed?
If I don't die,
Then how would It be known that I had lived?
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