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Stong Enough.
Events
uneventful sleeping, sitting sniveling like the girl I am but I’m not a girl now forever more I am strong Like the Amazon. And I’ll fight my way out of this paper bag this paper bag they call life and life isn't for living. Life isn't for living anymore. Life is for yelling life is for shouting life is for distance. For you have to walk the distance alone. And even if your hand in hand your not the same. Your never one. So I’ll pick you up when you fall. But don't ask me to wipe the tears from your face. Don’t ask me to carry away from this place. For I am only as strong as I believe I am. And I'll drag you away. Kicking and screaming. Cursing and seeming so together. The glue for us. But there is no room for us. Hush, Hush. ..... hush |