Teenage Youth
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Please keep in mind, before reading this poem that:
- This poem was created based entirely on my experiences and insecurities as a teenager.
- This was made for the purposes expressing my feelings at the time which were mostly "edgy thoughts"
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1. The Freedom
2. The Leader
3. The Piece of Advice
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With Love, S
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