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Teenage Heart
No matter how many times
I try to tell myself to do otherwise
I still fall.
Too hard,
Too much,
Too often.
Sometimes it as though
While I have gotten older
Parts of me have not.
My heart has indeed
Not aged a day
Past my teens.
I should know better
By now, but alas,
I still move too fast.
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