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If only I loved a little less hard.

Did not stay up at night,

Worried that I hugged the wrong person

Or smiled at someone who talked badly about me when I left the room.

If only I loved a little less hard.

Fight

Fight back with your words not your aggression

Fight back with love not hate

Fight back with joy not drama

I’ve always loved

The feeling of falling
 

But being dragged down

Is different
 

Feeling unbalanced

Lost
 

Losing control

As life speeds by
 

Feeling helpless

i sit and stare out the window

stare out the window at the brown dead grass

the dirty snow melting into muddy slush

the mud that is criss-crossed and destroyed with ruts and tire tracks

Our friendship really did start with a story. It nearly was a story in itself. Almost fairy-tale-cliche esque. The logical friend, the chaotic friend. But we were still so similar.