That first year, be built strong.
Strong enough for one and another.
Those years pass, and the rings strengthen.
You must be strong enough.
Strong enough to where when you peel away that bark, there is plenty of strength in you yet.
Much more than weather expected.
Much more than others were willing to weather.
You show your age in wisdom.
In the years of late, they will maybe understand.
If they are lucky.
Poor poor bastards.
What do they know anyway but just the surface of an unbreakable character.
You are more than what an idiot pins a tail to.
I never did fit in anywhere. As I imagine you don’t either.
Growing wildly yet tangibly.
Give it time, follow your path, that beat that you have been persistently drumming.
Three miles down the road, you should be able to turn around and notice that the best change was what you went back or managed to save.
And if they tear you down, you are best at teaching enemies that life is long, revenge is strong. And you’ve got plenty of fight in the next ring.
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