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Dec 2017
17
I am 17 and I'm scared.
What if I am old and all I do is whine
I dread I'll become reckless and get drunk on beer and wine.
What if I'm playing around and I end up with a knife
I fear I'll become hopeless and give up on my life.
Will I still crave for him when I'm finer and I'm wise
Or will my mind lose interest and think of other guys
Tell me if Ill end up happy and have my dreams come true
Or will I be filled with guilt and end up mean and blue
All I know is, I'm 17 and I'm scared
Nayana Kb
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Nayana Kb  17/F/Bangalore
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