Young happy fearless
That changes as I grow
As I grow I change
As I change I start to realize
This world isn't happy
As I mature I see what the world is about
Poor little naive me knew it was wrong
But I didn't care I was just happy
I wish I was that little naive girl again
I wish stop growing
I wish to die young then live old
In fear of what I'll become
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Poetry of the brain
PuisiA bunch of poems I feel and think about their all random some are about love some or sad I hope u enjoy all of them!
