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Seventeen
I've cried for the first time in a while.
I’m taking greater steps down the mile-
But I’m going nowhere.
Is this the beginning of the strife?
This is the beginning of my life-
And the End.
I don’t know what the hell I’m doing.
They expect me to keep on moving-
But I’m still just a child.
I wanna travel back in time.
Back to when times were kind.
I want back the innocence.
But I got to keep moving down this path,
Into a world that I’ve dreaded, hated in my past.
I’ve got to grow up sometime.
And that terrifies me.
I’m taking greater steps down the mile-
But I’m going nowhere.
Is this the beginning of the strife?
This is the beginning of my life-
And the End.
I don’t know what the hell I’m doing.
They expect me to keep on moving-
But I’m still just a child.
I wanna travel back in time.
Back to when times were kind.
I want back the innocence.
But I got to keep moving down this path,
Into a world that I’ve dreaded, hated in my past.
I’ve got to grow up sometime.
And that terrifies me.
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