Fixed
My interpretations of this new world was not at all what i thought it was going to be,
Those first days i liked,
I wasn't the same anymore,
Then the light shined in my eyes,
She slowly fixed me,
Not entirely fixed, but nevertheless i am fine,
Now i know that i will have to try harder,
Push myself and be my own crutch,
Because i know that she won't be here forever,
She has her one life to live,
So i have to not let the little things get to me,
And in a while, i'll be okay, fine by myself,
I will be fixed.
I wrote this on 4/24/13
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