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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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