Everytime I drag my feet, I trip.
Though the fall is much harder, I rather far farther, if it means that I'm up high when I go.
I'm still mostly crawling, not even waddling, just taking my time getting used to these feet.
Two big feet. Those with big feet generally have big mouths. At least I do.
That's what comes with the territory of growing up feeling like I'm better than you, and you, maybe not you, but you for sure.
Never feeling good enough to quite show through.
Knowing I'm better, because I give a shit, even when I couldn't portray.
I'm better because I don't give a shit if I'm not.
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Some of the thoughts that run through my head; the one's I'm not ashamed to put down on paper.
So, this is me...well, a part of me.
- buh.ran.done©
- Ogden, UT, United States
- I'm just a regular guy, who had his problems. Taking care of them is the easy part...preparing for new ones is the challenge. I hit a rough patch a few years back and while you may choose to be offended by the things that I write, I don't apologize for documenting my feelings.
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