Change
Things change without prediction, for better or worse, changee will be the eternal curse. For it is something you cannot help, not even from happening to yourself. To look at myself from my 15 year old point of view, I wouldnt know who.. who I am or why im so different. From friends to family, no one stays the same, and when you reach that perfect moment, its a shame, because change takes aim again.
Something small to relieve this days barring in my conscience
-Downed Jester
Copyright © Downed Jester | Year Posted 2015
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