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pen down what I thought up hold down what I drought up go over what went down. the dualities I. life are so sound we want truth but live lies what's the use when your youth hides behind a stop sign that day you wake up mature and hold down the cartoon Saturday mornings your a rugrat no more for sure we got it backwards. so I chose to grow into my youth let mature for shore push upon the beach of life and find a sand castle growing stronger with time a moat so deep that my hopes and dreams could float a boat of things that could only be imagined by the most obscene and neglected four year old that is of course is me. I been neglecting my true being since being 23 just to fit into the scene of grads and degrees. I once had dreams of things unbeliever and bills made me believe these things were just things and the light inside my iris laid stuck beneath my eyelids never to shine on monotony of life and find the silver linings shining in grief and the darkest of things