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#neverbackdown
Hit the wall. it caused me to fall. breaking the cup i was holding in my hands. i was ready to be called. it hurt. it caused me pain. it hurt my heart. time wiped away traces of it many years later. brushed the wound against the wall. i remembered the fear that made me fall. the thing that made me miss the call. "stop remembering...just forget..." "stop remembering...just forget..." "stop remembering...just forget..." "stop remembering...how can i forget..." "stop remembering...just forget...its not that easy to forget." "me, just remember to forget next time..." but...through all this... no matter how many times you scratch on that wound, just know, and remind yourself to remember, that I WOULD NEVER BACK DOWN.
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Jul 8, 2018
Jul 8, 2018 at 11:12 AM UTC
Remembering to Forget
I am the only one I trust the most I am the only one I compete with I am the only one to love the most Said Wayland the badass-smith I am my best friend in need I am my rattlesnake- **** I am..... Are you????
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Jul 30, 2017
Jul 30, 2017 at 3:35 AM UTC
I am......
Like a warrior I ride into battle with my head held high ready to conquer Even when the toughest approach I smile and say Bring it on
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Jun 28, 2017
Jun 28, 2017 at 9:41 AM UTC
The Battle
You hang your head low,  because you feel inferior So your crown has fallen, but little do you know that you are truly superior You have become discouraged, so you pray to the gods to return all your might and courage  So you cover the scratches Wipe away all the fallen tears from your lashes And polish the jewels of your fallen crown You decide to no longer look down  Only true queens know that sorrow won't last long Pick up your fallen crown and return to your rightful place upon your thrown
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Jun 4, 2017
Jun 4, 2017 at 4:17 AM UTC
Fallen Crown
What would you see if the world flipped round? Would the wall come crashing down? Or could the sky fall down in shame? At the loathing destructive game. Under, Under the monster calls. Writhing for the small foot falls. Flashing teeth of molten red. Would would save the victims head? Once again he rumbles on, Still the watchers pass along, Dreading once a sniveled cry, The little shrieks, no more like whines. Above it watches for glorious meal. A final scream and snap and peal. Once running scared the little feet. Revel in the devils defeat. Under, Under the stories go, With fright, sorrow, and doom below. But mighty mighty is the strife. Now go and save just one more life.
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Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 11:25 PM UTC
Seeing Under not Above