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Apr 2016
I've had to grow up
An age too young
I wasn't ready
There is no ceremony
One night,
You go to sleep a child
Young and innocent
The next morning,
You're forced to grow up.
I place the needs of others
Before myself
I stare in the mirror
I no longer bare an identity
I have lost myself in the night
I will never be okay.
The Broken Poet
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The Broken Poet  Texas
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