Young and unaware

no feelings of despair

The world is so simple

face full of pimples

Not a care in the world

life was so simple

When I only had to worry about a pimple


Vexed and perplexed

Stressed and depressed

Feelings of despair

Need a repair


Destiny unaware,

Nothing could prepare

for this undirected purposeless affair

Life was so simple

When I only had pimples

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