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May 2014
so I am still a child,
I know.
They tell me everyday.
why don't I follow the unspoken rules
there can only be one way.
so what
the copper colored glasses
so what
the blue-tinted smoke over pale faces.
so what
we grow up.
and the pictures on the wall
scream that this is the only way
that it is ever done.
Written by
Renee
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