aged so young and sad,
so young!
childhood flung aside as
moulded coat, abhorred, i beg
don't race!
you'll face this soon enough,
rage, deceit, and passion, pain,
amazing, raw, alive and so,
that peace ne'er re-attained
you'll weep as all, bittersweet
remind us of the lost. why
won't you listen?
play!
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