not sure how long it'll be until i'm all grown up
not sure how far I've come
if I've even moved at all
sometimes i feel i can take on the world
and sometimes i want to cry like a child
maybe that's what being a grown up is
maybe it's just fighting and crying
crying and fighting....
if that's the case,
if life was a game with winners
well...I'd win
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Words for the Contradictions
Poesia"Here's to all the living, breathing contradictions trying to fit into a world that hates them affectionately and loves them indifferently."~unknown
