Growing up is hardThis world
Growing up is hard
This world only sees things the way they want
The things here will beat you till you're scared
Nothing you do will ever make you confident
Life here will make the wise-men weary and the blunt blades bold
Tears here will cause the earth to quake
Events are haunting and everything about you will be told
They'll laugh at you and you'll shake
Horror will grasp at your heart, but you can't let it get to you
They aren't arming themselves against you
They arm themselves from this world too
The world where sticks and stones are tossed as a means of defense
When in reality everyone is just desperate
Not wanting offense
They just want to escape their fate
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