Twenty fifteen

Twenty fifteen was a brutal teacher.

She flew me out of my home three times

to teach me home is not a house.

She introduced me to hateful friends

to teach me my enemies smile lovingly.

She gave me too much time

to teach me to never waste it. 

She gave me a heartbreak 

to teach me love is fleeing. 

She gave me the vision of the cruel world

to teach me what I wanted to change.

She gave me a fire in my soul

to teach me only with ferocity would suceed.

She gave me a open mind

to teach me only with knowlegde would I exceed.

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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