Twenty fifteen
Twenty fifteen was a brutal teacher.
She flew me out of my home three times
to teach me home is not a house.
She introduced me to hateful friends
to teach me my enemies smile lovingly.
She gave me too much time
to teach me to never waste it.
She gave me a heartbreak
to teach me love is fleeing.
She gave me the vision of the cruel world
to teach me what I wanted to change.
She gave me a fire in my soul
to teach me only with ferocity would suceed.
She gave me a open mind
to teach me only with knowlegde would I exceed.
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