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Spartans had to roam the East In the land as yet unfettered Some Nigerians have to find a beast And **** it to show they've bettered Barmitzvahs may be tradition for some, But for me coming of age was looking in a mirror And realising that I've stopped changing That I'm just like every other finished piece. The mark of an adult is seeing a man And feeling threatened by his size The mark of an adult is seeing a woman And thinking dark thoughts inside The mark of an adult is meeting strangers And instantly forgetting their name And instantly not caring. Many had to tame the wilds to become full grown of old And we are not so different, we bear a darkness too We must pass the burning eye of the real world's value of gold We have to bear the people seeing nothing when they see you.
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Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 6:42 AM UTC
Coming of Tragic Age
Spartans had to roam the East In the land as yet unfettered Some Nigerians have to find a beast And **** it to show they've bettered Barmitzvahs may be tradition for some, But for me coming of age was looking in a mirror And realising that I've stopped changing That I'm just like every other finished piece. The mark of an adult is seeing a man And feeling threatened by his size The mark of an adult is seeing a woman And thinking dark thoughts inside The mark of an adult is meeting strangers And instantly forgetting their name And instantly not caring. Many had to tame the wilds to become full grown of old And we are not so different, we bear a darkness too We must pass the burning eye of the real world's value of gold We have to bear the people seeing nothing when they see you.
The world can be a lonely, scary place.
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Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 6:42 AM UTC
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