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Optimistic

Maybe I don't have a mind,

but at least I'm not crazy.

 

I fallen so many times,

so I'm so experienced.

 

I've been cheated and left behind;

I know my friends and enemies.

 

I hear the echos of memories;

they see how far I've come.

So I know I've come so far.

 

Don't have a lot of friends,

so music's number 1.

 

Would **** for solitude,

but then where is the fun.

 

Maybe it's complicated,

but that makes an adventure.

 

Sometimes the darkest times,

are ones we gladly venture.

 

Optimist living for a life we understand. We were never idiots; we have the upper-hand. Notice their all falling down the depths of agony, but we optimist live strong, proud, and free.

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deanna
Published
Dec 12, 2014
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