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High and Mighty

Just a poem about a situation I'm in.
Let's get high,
And call ourselves mighty,
These people can see,
Everything we're hiding.

And when we come down,
In front of our fears,
I'll still be there,
Holding your tears.

Miss me or kiss me,
There's no time for regrets,
Lift me and fit me,
I'm another memory to forget.

And when the storm's passed,
And all is well then,
Don't dwell on the past,
Let the future begin.
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Published: 12/13/2013
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