#759-Youth
29/08/2019
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Surrounded.
By the old.
So many.
Hate to put on a face,
Play polite.
Just looking to feel.
Why so many words,
To guide and teach?
All I need,
Is room to breathe.
See the road.
Choose.
The years,
Can’t help them see.
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