You know what,
It really doesn't matter to me whether or not you're proud.
I took the path delivered to me from your choices.
I crawled out of the wreckage and carried on to build me a legacy.
Sure, I dwell in my thoughts from time to time.
But the reality is, I know exactly who IS proud of me.
The people I love,
The ones who actually took the time to get to know me.
-D.O.
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Through Weathered Eyes
PoetryThis book will contain poetry, prose, musings, and songs. Throughout a life of consistent chaotic circumstances, one's mind must manipulate mechanically to adapt. These words are what is heard between the creaking of the gears. There is no theme or...
