February 08, 2011

Constant battle.

Kid; grown; same: always trailing.

Hitting one, getting three.

On the floor.  And up again.

Never ends.  Never ends.

And they shed tears for so much less. And give up.

I never will.  Will it ever?

Posted By Amaryllis at 08:40 AM

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