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Fighting for my Own

While living this life, filled with joy and strife, I’ve always been content with avoidance and pain. Because someone great once felt the same.

My heart has been filled, and is still, with a desire to sacrifice for the poor, the weak, those unable to speak for themselves.

I yearn to assist and aid those who need a little push up the inclement grade, the one everyone starting at the bottom comes to face, as they grow and begin to find their place.

I have felt the stings and pains of going against the grain. I have held my speech, turned the cheek, and have willingly been beat, by those who thought I was worthy only to grovel at their feet.

But I’ve felt the firm guidance of a loving hand, which ushered me forward to where I stand, here and now, a weathered man.

I’ve always considered myself a lover, not a fighter, but one should be both. For people need love, from those around us and above, to fight against sleepless nights, internal plights, and for that which is right.

We need to fight for our own, fighting for ourself and our right to be happy. To grin and bear? To grin and endure? Both are sins I have grown to disdain and abhor.

We should love others, our sisters, brothers, friends, strangers, fathers, and mothers.

But I’m going to climb into the ring and fight, with all my might, from my corner.

I’m worth it, as are you. And the best thing about it? There is no limit to the things we can do.

So at the sound of the bell, give em’ hell!

Troy Michael Kraszewski
April 10th, 2014

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- Troy
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Happy Easter! Here are nine vintage Easter Bunny pictures to make your skin crawl.

Makes me want to watch Donnie Darko.

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Favorite book of all time.  

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It feels good,God it feels good.

I love composing.

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One of my favorite buddies.  

One of my favorite buddies.  

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A woman walks into me crossing the street, straight into my chest as she is talking to a friend. She says quickly, “Oh, sorry.”

When I get to the sidewalk she turns around and is screaming in the middle of the street. “I’m not sorry! No regrets! No regrets!”

She makes me smile. God I love this city.

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A woman walks into me crossing the street, straight into my chest as she is talking to a friend. She says quickly, “Oh, sorry.”

When I get to the sidewalk she turns around and is screaming in the middle of the street. “I’m not sorry! No regrets! No regrets!”

She makes me smile. God I love this city.

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"Always remember there was nothing worth sharing
Like the love that let us share our name"

- The Avett Brothers - Murder in the City
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So nice at night also.

So nice at night also.

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