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Too young for my own opinion Blindly believing everything said like a minion Wondering why Mom and Dad tell me different Just an infant but I think i'm invisible Everything is visual, still learning to be lingual Each and every word I hear is a faraway island Would rather be out swimming but i'm just playing in the sand But for now I don't understand, I'm stranded in no mans land
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Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 11:32 PM UTC
Understanding
Too young for my own opinion Blindly believing everything said like a minion Wondering why Mom and Dad tell me different Just an infant but I think i'm invisible Everything is visual, still learning to be lingual Each and every word I hear is a faraway island Would rather be out swimming but i'm just playing in the sand But for now I don't understand, I'm stranded in no mans land
I wish I could hear the questions a young human thinks, the ones that we never remember or never get to hear. Maybe we could learn a thing or two
grant-horst
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Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 11:32 PM UTC
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