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Driven by the dreads of discernments
Manipulated by the orthodox clique
Restricted by the foremost nurtures
Feelings crippled by the indigent states
If try to share some tales, they find no mate
I couldn’t wait to get older, for it all to be over.Always planning the future, and missing out on the present.Now that I’m here, I wish I could have a do over. If these were the best days of my life, why does it feel like a bunch of knifes? I nev
