i went home to my parent's house on sunday to find some old notebooks of mine sitting on the table. my mom had dug them out of a box of stuff.

i was quite the author when i was seven :)
our memories disappear, and our shadows learn to
love these years forever.
this is your life.
this is your fight.
this is the only time you have to make it your life,
this is your time.
this is the only time you have to make it.
the walls that hold me down surround me.
learn to love this fight,
cause its worth it.