It all depends on whether or not I can
weather the weather,
you know, weather the storm.
The storm I know is coming.
For me, that is.
I have withstood such tempests before
but will this be the fall that
ends it all?
Or will I stand tall?
Tall enough to peek above the clouds
and bask in the cancerous glow of the sun.
Life is a hazard, I've decided.
Even the good stuff gives lab rats diseases.
Fall apart with me,
it's easy.
I wish.
For him. For her. For you and me,
I will weather the weather,
whether or not it is easy.















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