Eighteen

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To rise of wisdom

Derived of destiny

Fall at dreams

Flaming within

Deeply flawed

Darkened corridors

Hide away

In the sleepless

Nights

Graveyard divides

Divy up demise

I ought to be

Free

or dead

On the edge

Of age eighteen.

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