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Naive

When I was young, I thought I could control all the problems, with the love of my heart, through the sweet words spoken from my tongue, but I grew up, after my efforts, were beaten and broken, after they were worn and torn, and here I am sitting, older than I was before, younger than I will be after, trying to absorb and accept, that things are beyond my control.
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Jul 31, 2014
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