When the pawn hits the conflicts he thinks like a king
What he knows throws the blows when he goes to the fight
And he'll win the whole thing before he enters the ring
There's nobody to batter when your mind is your might
So when you go solo you hold your own hand
And remember that depth is the greatest of heights
And if you know where you stand then you know where to land
And if you fall it won't matter cause you know that you're Right.
After awhile it just becomes that thought you shove in the back of your mind and refuse to remember, but you do. You do remember... you no longer give explanation when others ask, you act like you have no idea what they're talking about, because you've gotten use to explaining and reexplaining-- that you already know they're response- "wait... is __ serious?" Then you laugh it off and reluctantly shake you're head 'yes'. It becomes one of those things... that you hold on too for no apparent reason, but you hold on because you don't want to loose it, even though it no longer holds a purpose. I guess its a comfort to continue holding on, I mean eventually the want and supposedly need for it... fades away. And it'll be another on of those things you look back on... another one of those things you'll miss... another one of those things that just become dead weight.
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