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twenty one, does it get worse? does it get better? im still a child, im still a boy, as lost as ive ever been, with tired eyes, and endless thought after thought, endless dream after dream, will i ever find anything im looking for? what am i looking for? i hope i die before i run out of words, i hope i die before i stop seeing the beauty in the world, am i growing too fast? am i growing too slow? i feel like an old man who knows everything, but i know that i dont, have i wasted too much time? have i polluted my body enough? am i insane? am i a poet? am i anything at all? what the f*ck happened to that happy little boy? Written December 28th, 2001 © on Dec 28 2001 04:19 AM PST, midnite_raver 0 • 10
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