Life: Real Talk

November 13, 2013

Love and pain.

Loss and gain.

New paths to take.

Old friends again.

Mother and father to hold your hand.

An ex-best friend to take your man.

A heart to break and a heart to have.

A mouth to yell and a mouth to laugh.

A way to come and a way to leave.

A way to act and a way to be.

New things to do and places to see.

A day to find myself and just be free.

Humans make all kinds of rules for life.

Well I am me, and these rules are mine.

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