Exsfkd cofbkap dfsbp jb x ebxaxzeb
F alk'q hklt tkfzk lkb fp obxi lo cxhb
Pljbqfjbp qebv zlkqofyrqb ql vlro ebxoqxzeb
Qefp abzfpflk fp sbov exoa ql jxhb
Yrq tfqelrq cofbkap lzzxpflkxiiv th xob pxa
Qebv zxk qoxkpcloj vlr ql yb oxa
Xka qexqp lkb qefkd f xj dixa
Dfsfkd jb bumbofbkzbp F'sb kbsbo exa
F txkq ql xslfa ploolt yrq f alk'q hklt elt
Qefp fp fkpxkb qexq fq jxhbp jb zofkdb jv yolt
Yrq qelpb obxifqv jxab jb x clt
Pl, tedq klt?
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PoetryFeelings turned into words; squeezed from experiences (FINISHED since these were the thoughts from my young mind)
