I think it's a poem

I was thinking to myself about memories that I held onto, thinking that maybe you grew up a lot faster then I did. Seeing that accepting people for who they are is just another unlearned skill in not knowing any better in realizing that things are the way they are.

You were my middle ground, and I was your teacher. I guess that just the way it was supposed to be. Seeing and hearing is only another one of the senses that lie to us because feeling isn’t an option when it comes down to listening to what the heart needs.


life is death and death is life

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