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Jun 2019
I think it's so odd how we grow up so pure
we don't know what's wrong with the world
how it can be so evil and cruel

I think it's so odd how we grow up thinking we're going to be doctors
and firemen, or maybe a teacher
never thinking about becoming an alcoholic, a druggie, or an addict

I think it's so odd how we grow up thinking about the best futures
not preparing for the worst

it's all just so odd
sankavi
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sankavi  17/Non-binary/canada
(17/Non-binary/canada)   
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