In so many forms:
Through peoples' actions or the acts of governments,
And, sometimes, from just being born.
Sometimes the ones you love hurt you the most,
And sometimes, it's just a stranger,
Or, stranger still, it can be the weather,
That provides the danger,
To your way of life and state of mind,
And you begin to wonder,
How anyone gets by at all,
Without being deafened by the thunder,
Of not being alright,
Because who really is?
The greatest tragedy of life itself,
Is that everyone goes through this.
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