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Teen Age Love
I've been crying more the older I get
you'd think after all these years
my guard would be hard to break
but the more I age the weaker it gets
I'm more fragile than I was a few years back
and the pain is unbearable
I'd slit my wrists but that wouldn't cut it
more pain to an already wounded soul
my flesh will rot alone in my own pool of misery
That's what the future holds for me in my head
But is it all in my head
or a plain truth that's hard to swallow
you'd think after all these years
my guard would be hard to break
but the more I age the weaker it gets
I'm more fragile than I was a few years back
and the pain is unbearable
I'd slit my wrists but that wouldn't cut it
more pain to an already wounded soul
my flesh will rot alone in my own pool of misery
That's what the future holds for me in my head
But is it all in my head
or a plain truth that's hard to swallow
Published 21st Oct 2020
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