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As minority growing up,
There were several faults of love;
Superiority was an outrage,
At such a youthful age.

I was told once as minor,
That being an adult is much finer;
Being as irrational as actually I am,
I very didn't give a damn.

Not so later, it came to past,
I had become an adult rapidly fast;
However, I had monetary problems
As boy, and I couldn't solve them.

Time had gotten by,
I will owe no debts until I die;
Fate may not reins with success,
Get it quickly to your best.