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I’ll stand on the ***** of my feet to make myself seem taller than I am. Fearless, brave, strong, restless. A leader cold and distant but I was only casting shadows Soon my hair will settle at the nape of my neck and my toes will become too sore a coward broken, sad, and discouraged rotten to the core For being fearless, brave, strong, and restless has made me a far cry from that fierce leader. Now I lay weak, restless, and defeated with looming knowledge that tomorrow will be the day this battle starts again.
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Jan 6, 2014
Jan 6, 2014 at 3:31 PM UTC
I’d Make a **** Good Poet, But I Don’t Want This Depression To Linger Longer Than It Already Has
I’ll stand on the ***** of my feet to make myself seem taller than I am. Fearless, brave, strong, restless. A leader cold and distant but I was only casting shadows Soon my hair will settle at the nape of my neck and my toes will become too sore a coward broken, sad, and discouraged rotten to the core For being fearless, brave, strong, and restless has made me a far cry from that fierce leader. Now I lay weak, restless, and defeated with looming knowledge that tomorrow will be the day this battle starts again.
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Jan 6, 2014
Jan 6, 2014 at 3:31 PM UTC
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