just something i heard....

"it's not your job to like me"

"it's mine"

.

.

.

i'll stand by you....

i'll stand by you

through the good that we always expect and the uninvited ugly

~

through the simple colors of life we paint all on our own 

and 

the thick murky brown when they all get mixed together

~

through the poorly shaped words that are foreign on our tongues 

and

the silence we retreat to that makes us grasp for air

~

through

the quiet nights doused in grey thoughts 

and

 the morning sun whose warmth gives us the strength to start all over again

~

i'll stand by you

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{there are more of my black and whites at simply exposed}