SometimesMature

Sometimes you have to give in.
You have no other choice.

As I stand here, battered and bruised,
I think of everything that has made me smile.
From all the little, to all the large.

The last stand must be stood,
As it is by an unheard law.
All I know, is that
I want to go down,
Your hand in mine,
With a smile on my face. 

The End

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