The fight in me is dying out.
We argue a lot, but that's because I want everything upfront now.
Save us the problems later.
It's sink or swim.
I'd rather know and sink now.
Than have a hole in a ship I think will last forever just to have it kill me in long run.
And maybe just maybe I was never meant to have the perfect ship. Maybe my ship is dented, imperfect, cracked, and flawed. As long as my ship doesn't have holes though I'm fine. Because who knows maybe the ship that has been through the most and that seems the most damaged, will be the one the carry me across the seas.
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Maybe I'm Insane
PoetryMaybe I'm insane, but aren't we all a bit. Here's a look inside my crazy mind. My hopes, my fears, my problems all out there for you to see. It's not all pretty and it's not all nice, but it's the truth. I won't blame society for these things, becau...
