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Jul 2016
I was told this evening
That I'm far too young
To speak how I do
That may be true
I'm far too bitter
Sadness has encroached my life
Far more than it should
But let me tell you
Perhaps you're too old
To remember when agony gripped your heart
And turned you into what you are today
The memory works in mysterious ways
Blocking out heartbreak
With nostalgia
Ohhh how simple life was then!
But it wasn't
You were probably just as cold, bitter, and arrogant as you are today
Just remember those nights
You sat in tears
Waiting for sleep to take you
And make life seem like it was ok
As I have aged
The tears won't come
Sleep hides from my eyes
And life doesn't seem alright
It just makes you uncomfortable
That someone this young already knows that
Now let's leave that in the past
And see who makes it to the goal first
I'm young enough
The race is close
I might even win!
Nick Huber
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Nick Huber  Los Angeles
(Los Angeles)   
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