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*~Grazie Mizuno and Ghnadra~*
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Philosopher wanna-be, tea drinking, free child of God, born of Nigeria, raised in The States with a restless heart willing to fly. Give me a moment along with an intriguing verse and I shall bare my soul. Do not hold back, for neither shall I...
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Man, growing up things were pretty cool, hmmm? Everything nice and calm, yeah you had your fights here and there but everything was pretty darn great. No one told you about the wars, "terrorists," suicidals, crazy maniacs that roam the streets. And why? Because you were just too young to understand, it wasn't time yet.
And then Time flew by and no one barely knew. All these crazy feelings started to emerge out of almost Nowhere. The world was acting totally crazy and you just couldn't understand it. All you wanted was for things to go back to the way they were or seemed to be. Everyone made things and Life seem perfectly great and then out of no where came "Reality" and Life was a struggle. . .
I don't like it when people say "Oh, he's just 4. He doesn't need to know about all that." Well wake up and smell the recycled air, people. For how long will things and facts be put off because "They're not ready yet" and all those other excuses because they don't know how to put it "nicely." Not all things can be nice. I mean, bah, Life is a Struggle. There is no road of no resistance. Exactly who was able to live by being served off a silver platter all their life, eh? That's right, no one. And it's like that for a reason. . .
Cannot we all just anty up and kick in? Show those struggles what struggling is all about.
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