we all have dents
and bruises,
scrapes and cuts, scars
and cracks.
we've been through a lot
once we reach
a certain age,
no one gets out
unscratched,
unscathed.
life gets in the way.
things falls
apart at the seams.
what's real
is fake,
what you thought was
true,
is not what it seems,
but it's not how you
fall,
but how you get up.
cliché after cliché,
and yet
they all fit at some point.
we lead a life of mediocrity
if we don't press on,
and
follow our dreams.
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