All worries up in flames.
Raising a glass, to the fights and grudges.
That end up in stupid drunk poetry.
Lamenting about life, like we're not the same person we've been all this while.. like we're someone else.
Writing off the hatred with a casual laugh, shared with a friend.
Tired, but not beaten.
Back to being a better version of ourselves.
One that we know, one that we love.
And one that we want to be... at the end of each day.
(Jan 13th, '11
8:47 pm)
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