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Jan 2011
I am so young,
too young,
and yet everyone
always hails me as
infinitely older than I
seem

I must be
the only one who
can see it

the twisted, horrible
blob that is myself

because really,
I’m not very mature
and
I’m not very wise
I just see things a little different
and let that gift go all
to waste
Overwhelmed
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