Poem #136

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Everyone liked to tell me I was mature for my age. What I would give to hear someone tell younger me to be a kid. To tell me my parent's financial problems are not my fault that wasn't something I should've been worrying about. You seen me as an old soul I see me as a kid who had the weight of the world on her shoulders. You sit here and wonder where it all went wrong you wonder where your sweet little girl went but you took her. You don't get to blame the world when it was you.

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