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An Eye-Opening Stumbling Block


Growing up I was innocent

Just a young lad

Unaware of the world around me

Didn’t know what it meant to be sad

 

Had a loving family

And a bunch of friends too

Never thought I’d live unhappily

Or end up blue

 

But one day, I still remember it

Those friends weren’t there

They had turned their backs

It really wasn’t fair

 

Jealousy came from nowhere

Words were used against me when they were flipped

I didn’t even say half of that stuff

It was like they had a different script

 

I was stuck in a hole

I didn’t know what to do

All of my friends had left me

I had nobody to turn to

 

That’s when I figured out

I had grown up blind

To the brutal fact that

This world isn’t always kind

 

That’s a part of growing up

And between you and me

I’m glad I went through that stuff

It somehow set me free

 

From the mindset that life is fair

Easy and handed to you

It showed me that you need to work hard

In order to get through

 

So, if you’re going through something

And feel like nobody’s on your side

Just know that trials in life are meant to build you

Even if you think you aren’t qualified

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