Life

Mistake's we're made.

Tear's we're fallen.

Fight's were created.

At the end of the day. 

 

We learn from them.

We suck in the tear's in and keep our head's high.

We prevent the physical altercation's.

but tomorrow will be different.

Only if you make it as you want it to be.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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