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Oct 2014
I don't know what it feels like to awake to my love
But I'm only seventeen

The fourth finger on my left doesn't feel heavy or covered
I'm only seventeen

The loneliness I feel is as real as the moon
But I'm still just seventeen

I have so much time
And so much more to do
I have myself to find
and maybe you're still seventeen too

It doesn't really matter, no
What will come
Fate has a way of announcing itself
Like a heavy bass drum
So we sit and we wait
And try to keep smiling
While we sit and we date
Without really trying

For seventeen is made for laughter
and last chances at childhood
For finding your soul
not a soulmate

I'm only seventeen
I have my whole life to live
my whole life to love
A life full of dreams.
Written by
Alaina  Grand Blanc, Michigan
(Grand Blanc, Michigan)   
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   Bethany Duvall
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