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Childhood is awe Youth is uncertainty Adulthood is steady realisation Middle age is bleak acceptance Old age is beating or succumbing to all It all depends on what you did, What crazy suicidal tendencies you had When you were uncertain about everything. Insanity is a gift Few relish like you So if you are unsure of your footing Don't wobble, dance If you are unsure of what you will find Don't stretch your hand out, charge forth! ****** noses, cringeworthy memories and broken relationships may spew forth, but Nothing Hurts Like Regret In An Unnused Insanity.
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Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 8:18 AM UTC
Insane Uncertainty
Childhood is awe Youth is uncertainty Adulthood is steady realisation Middle age is bleak acceptance Old age is beating or succumbing to all It all depends on what you did, What crazy suicidal tendencies you had When you were uncertain about everything. Insanity is a gift Few relish like you So if you are unsure of your footing Don't wobble, dance If you are unsure of what you will find Don't stretch your hand out, charge forth! ****** noses, cringeworthy memories and broken relationships may spew forth, but Nothing Hurts Like Regret In An Unnused Insanity.
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Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 8:18 AM UTC
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