17
17 years.
Mistakes and accidents can all be forgiven
But how much can you bend before you break?
It took 17 years for me to see
Family is just a six letter word
And friendship doesn’t mean a thing
In 17 years I grew
A collection of names
A collection of letters
17 years of experience taught me
Words mean nothing
Actions speak volumes
17 years showed me
Love can only take you so far
And forever isn’t as long as it seems
17 years
What did you expect?
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