Coming of Age.

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Tired eyes wander over foggy plains, unfocused but searching. The overcast sky casts a dreamy gloom over a face with sunken sockets and dry lips.
Childhood. A concept where everyone hopes, Wishes, and dreams Will last a lifetime.   There is much stigma on both sides,
Dear God I am so afraid I am so afraid of being wrong Not saying 2+2=3 But of being so damn wrong in who I am So damn wrong in my choices
Eric Swearingen                                                        EARLY MORNING FOG   Walking to school in the morning, A day in fall where the fog devoured the streets
I am finally seeing life for what it is, like a hell or a abyss.  My eyes are open. I can see. What is now and always was
When I was 3 years old a do
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