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Yes, I am fifteen, yes I’m young, but the pain? She’s old. The pain is old in a new soul, tossed through bodies of my family tree. I’m young and I’m old, my soul is fresh my agony is deep and withering within the depths of my mind. I will take every last bit of pain till the water is clean and my seeds are pure. I will take it all away so that you my future dear will never have to live this way.
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Sep 22, 2019
Sep 22, 2019 at 9:04 PM UTC
young pain
Yes, I am fifteen, yes I’m young, but the pain? She’s old. The pain is old in a new soul, tossed through bodies of my family tree. I’m young and I’m old, my soul is fresh my agony is deep and withering within the depths of my mind. I will take every last bit of pain till the water is clean and my seeds are pure. I will take it all away so that you my future dear will never have to live this way.
Meaning, I’m a young girl with lots of pain, it’s like a cycle in my family that hits every fresh born baby, my mom, my grandmother, now me and I’m taking this pain, all of it so that my baby will never live like me.
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Sep 22, 2019
Sep 22, 2019 at 9:04 PM UTC
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