That would follow me forever.
My hands turned rough,
My face all wrinkled up;
Grey in my stupid hair,
And in my stupid heart.
Made a wild kid, dumb and dopey,
More ignorant than smart, because
Just because. And I would run,
And fight. I’d fly, fail, and fall
With no safety net to catch me,
But I wouldn’t be bruised at all,
Because you were gone,
And so went “weakness.”
And man, didn’t it make me
Weaker than before?
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