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Nov 24
I can still recount the days
young, careless
unknowing, unforgiven

for it was a time of lesser worries
forgotten lunches
the finding of self

but now I have grown
and so did my problems

changing face and shape
just how I did
forming into something new all the time
just how I still do

you never rid yourself of trouble
not truly
I believe

everyone can learn to master them
because the issues can't be solved
unless I solve myself

and that's one thing I sometimes still fail to do
then again, practice makes perfect, right?
jonathan
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