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Stand Tall.

Remember when you were small,

a future that made no sense at all,

hovered over your head all the time,

covered the dread too vague to define;

then the puzzles to Life seemed to multiply,

came the fizzle of fight in the blink of an eye,

lovers come and go without any preference,

scraps for the Scrapbook without significance,

days stack higher in a pile with Father Time,

nights drag heavily through the oceans cried,

Remember the day that you began to see,

how the world functions in all actuality,

remember cutting your lip on the brim,

and it dripped as you sipped at a future so grim;

these moments afforded no gracious subtly,

that slap in the face somehow still stings me,

the universe has its own separate itinerary,

and cares little for you and even less for me.

13 thoughts on “Stand Tall.”

  1. Americana Injustica says:
    June 18, 2018 at 5:44 PM

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  2. Americana Injustica says:
    June 18, 2018 at 5:44 PM

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  3. A Humble Shadow says:
    July 15, 2016 at 3:48 PM

    Grade A Wordidge

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  4. Simon says:
    July 14, 2016 at 11:36 AM

    The universe can be a bitch…

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  5. tarnishedsoul says:
    July 14, 2016 at 11:19 AM

    As always, your words are gripping…
    …almost like the image you chose!

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  6. Ari says:
    July 14, 2016 at 11:16 AM

    beautiful♥

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