my many thoughts • poetry collection

XXXI • y o u n g

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im way too young
to feel so numb
and to no longer see
a morning sun
i see a large ball
of burning red fire
telling me to get up
though im just too tired
another day is here
one i must defeat
one i must face
without any peace.
im way too young
to be so alive
and to feel so dead
on the inside.

-idk why i post on here anymore.

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stay alive xx
-ru