Dear parents...

It's the little things (.i)

A/N: I wrote this at 4 in the morning, So I hope it's good and makes sense. (I had to do major editing before I pressed publish) 

This is a part of a whole, And what it all's talking about is of little things that happen. 

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It's the small things, 

The time you blamed, 

That fate brings, 

For what happened, Became. 

It's hard to change, 

I mean, It makes a tiny bit of sense,

What has already been arranged. 

Why you seem to blame and then seem to recommence. 

"Not impossible." Don't us all optimistic people think? 

I guess it makes sense that it's my fault, It does, 

I wonder if it is impossible or not, To change things as I blink. 

Since something other I once did, Fell into the same category. It will, It were, It was. 

For it, (I mean the change) 

But, The problem is that I didn't do it, Not even mistakenly achieve, 

May have already been arranged. 

No, I guess saying that I didn't do it kinda makes you think I'm just trying to deceive you, Deceive.

I guess I'll never know..

Although, I do know that no matter how I try, In order to achieve..

Or is it possible to know? Is it so?  

You'll hold it against me and you'll never believe.