Screw you, haters. My momma raised me better than that.

Sep 30, 2010 22:08


Drowning, sinking; feeling hopeless.

Nobody ever told you it'd be this hard.

Even so, stand tall and know this:

when it comes down to the very last yard,

you'll make it. You know that you will.

When you feel that ache deep in your chest,

when it feels like all your tears will spill,

Cherish your true friends and say bye to the rest.

The haters and liars ( Read more... )

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rosegilmore October 1 2010, 20:40:47 UTC
this is so true. great poem. i love it.

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