Poetry

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I've never been much for small talk.
I don't like simple and even though I deny it I care about people in spectacular ways.
It runs through me like the blood in my veins.
Doesn't make me weak, doesn't necessarily make me strong either.
I just pick my battles.
I am humane in the ways that I care about all people and I wish no harm and poverty onto anyone.
I'm simply living my life in the ways of myself.
I belong to no one and I choose when I fall down.
So who cares I gave up on love?
So who cares I drink too much and eat too much?
So who cares I'm not the perfect picture of adolescence?
I am not naive, I've experienced things that cannot be forgotten.
I am not the reflection of damaged youth.
So what can I say about life?
Keep doing your thing, where ever that may lead you.
You'll wake one day and you'll realize you're the picture of dream you once had.
A dream where not only where you are happy but you are complete.
Like your soul looked up one day and just said, "ya man we made it".