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So quick to cry. Give it all up. Toss it aside.
Sure, it will deteriorate eventually out of your mind
But you're left no better.
Why not build it into a mountain you can climb?
Take your bags and dump them on the floor.
Now do it some more.
Quickly you will see that your arms won't be so tired
And you'll have all the making of a fort.
Conflicts need resolutions.
They are a catalyst and I'm collecting lemons.
A parrot flies a thousand miles
Only to find he's gone the wrong direction.
He thinks if this is where I am,
Then this I is where I belong.
