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Jul 2015
I grew wise much too fast.
There are stretch marks on my brain.
They taunt me for these scars
because they don’t know of such things.
But I grew wise much too fast,
and there’s only you to blame.
So don’t leave me now,
only you know of my pain.
Alex Hunter
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Alex Hunter
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