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All My Friends Are Grown-Ups


Love of my life

Don't force me to grow too fast

And force away my childlike heart with a stabbing knife

Love me as I'm young and we'll forever last

 

My friends are as young as I

Yet I've seen too much of them grow in speed

They've become better only to my eye

But worse as this broken heart bleeds

 

They're victims to their own mind

They push away, demonize all who try to help

I stray away for better friends of mine

While I hear reality's hand try to awaken them with a loud skelp!

 

Love of my darkest and brightest dreams

Everyone I loved before is no longer who I know now, as it seems

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Daddy11
Very nice ong

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