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| As I sit from this roof top Thinking about whats up and beyond I think of you and all of these changes I may be only 15 but it seems like im 23 Aging quite rappidlyin my mind but still maturity level stays These thoughts make me think Will I ever grow old? Will I ever find love and true romance? Will I ever let go of this blade? Will I ever stop improving "myself"? Will this worl ever accept me for who i am? All of these questions lead to one last thought If I die will you still be here when I return? |
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