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growing older
the days grow longer as I grow older
and I no longer want to learn,
ignorance is bliss, I miss my blissful ignorance
smliles no longer apear on the faces of passing stranger
but tears make an apearance on my pillow at night,
these are the joys of growing up before growing old
assumptions and accusations appear fast
faster than the features on your ever changing body
judgement. It hurts
destroying ideals of any future,
future for todays youth
