To tell you that you are weak,
they may yell,
that you won't see your own rising version ever,
that you trust blindly every idea that sparks,
that you crack your own nerves to survive,
that you run too far over what they fear,
that you don't do anything good to hear,
that you move and break hearts full of regrets,
that you just live yourself a little more each day,
that you find pebbles to build a bridge your way,
that you still can hear them say,
they just know you turn strong each day.
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