Born for leaving

The cold winds of the past beat

you

down,

and you watch the man you wanted to be fall apart

in a series of broken dreams

and bent promises.

Time claws away the old skin

and

no

new

skin

grows,

and I walk and push

and I stomp to hold my ground

against the endless,

endless,

endless.

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