Wisdom hurts.

Walking through the sharp cold air,
To see you.

I fought through dark despair –
& I need you.

I did not know myself,
Completely…

Weakly.

I try to carry myself meekly…

But weekly.

There is a dog that follows me – an ego.

My success that I carry within,
Is really nothing.

Love is all that really matters,
The laughter, memories, and love –

They carry over, when I am gone –
I am 21 and I am still young…
But It seems that I am getting farther from when I first begun.

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