one thing to change

January 20, 2016

a rough day

a rough night

today i feel like i shall fight

kill zones

safe zones

sticks and stones may break my bones but words

can never hurt me

words to live by

humans are only learning to cry

no words to help them try

to many feelings

man up you sack of fries

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