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Literature Text
Sometimes a little space
Isn't just a waste
Solitude, just a taste
Has helped me in what I've faced
Sometimes a little calm
Is the perfect balm
To every indecision or qualm
Returning your world to your palm
But inside I am in turmoil, a mess
Why do I seem to find this world's every trial and test?
I'll never know, so I'll have to just guess
But dear god, all the stress...
I'll be snowy white before my peers
I have aged quite beyond my years
Having braved the teasing and sneers
Wishing one day my way will be clear
I hope one day my life will be easy, quiet
Show me the way, and I'll try it
Now I'm tired of rhyming, so I'll just do whatever
Whatever I want til I feel better...
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I've had more days like this than I care to remember
So true, so very true.
So true, so very true.