If this really is the reason,
Trading my pain for your dreams
Trading your bitter hurt for my sky-high someday.
If we suffer so much,
As long as this is why
There is some reason why
Some useful thing that comes of it.
Then it will all have been worth it.
We will all have been forgiven.
And we will each of us spread our rusted wings and fly.
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Checked in, read all your stuff, read it all again, stared blankly at the screen for half an hour trying to comprehend how you got to be so good while I try so hard to achieve mediocrity, checked out.
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