Broke down, trial and error.
Close your eyes, another night terror.
In your memory, the pain still lives;
close my eyes, it begins again
Look into the rear view, driving down
life's darkened path, see the demons
staring from behind shattered glass
Some of us grow fast, if only in soul.
Our minds posses knowledge that bodies
shouldn't know.
Should we let loose one day?
Just let the generation we "grew up" with
realize, the things they call crisis is just a slow
ending to a once easy ride.
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Jade Grayson
30 year old professional student, care giver, animal lover, political progressive and dreamer.
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