life is worth it
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Fighting, flying, fun, and frightening
Home was rough, and school was nothing.
Together as four was better than one.
To grow up with siblings means that I've won.
When you wish fairy tales were real, When you wish you could make it all go away, When it hurts to the point that the tears burn and you think the pain will never end, When you're scared of what the future holds for everything you've ever known, Y
God, I lie under this towering oak,
The whole of nature at peace in this silent still shot,
In the frigid November,
Utterly confused.
A year ago,
