Whatever we heard happened to people
happened to us.
The years, they take time, and sweat, and hurt.
People are damaged and damaged they love,
there is a difference between pain and amok.
People are damaged and damaged they love.
Some cause more damage,
others tie knots at the end of the rope.
Some love effortlessly
and the damage is no more.
Others bury their heads in the sand
once they’ve reached a shore.
Whatever they heard happened to us
happened indeed.
The growth, it takes blood, and guts, and soul.
People build mountains, walls of their enemies.
The truth is always relative.
Some stay behind the walls,
and let out violent squalls.
Others can see it all from afar.
Oh, the night casts beautiful shadows.
Some lose battles
and some battles are meant to be lost.
Others are ripped apart in half
and gamble with the half of what they are not.
December 2020
twists + turns 
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