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I come from bloody noses and scraped knees.
Bright blue eyes holding onto the promise of tomorrow that will never come. I come from optimism, forever filled with the hope of something better. I come from sugar coated lies Spoken from caved lips of hidden truth. I come from pangs of anxiety, balled fists and damp eyes. I come from the heartbeat in my ear drums that cannot be escaped. I close my eyes, but fire burns brighter in the darkness. I come from misconception. I begin to understand the world for what it is. I come from a new beginning; hopeful of a better start to something new, but forever fearful. I come from power, of a stronger person that has been painfully carved along the way. It is all a matter of perspective. |
