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Awaiting the moment, these are supposed to be the Best days of our lives, but Can’t you see that we’re all Drowning in stress and drama? There are too many Emotions thrown around, we Fall in and out of love, acting like we’re Grown, but we’re really just Heading for disaster, unknowing, so Innocent to the outer world, we Just keep going with the flow of the world, with each push Keeping our heads just barely above the water, pausing, Listening, waiting, learning. Waiting to Make our place in this New unforgiving world. We Open our eyes, trying to make sense of these unfamiliar Pages of this newly bound rule book called Life. Rule One: Be Quiet, in life you can never express your true feelings. We stop Reading after seeing this, and just give in to the defeat, we shall Succumb to the pressures of this Tortuous world, but we must, we will, Until the day we die we will remain here, acting less than Virtuous, realizing we are human, remembering When we were younger, all those days trying to be eXactly like everyone else, but we never realized we would become like this, and Yesterday is only a day in the past that we cling on, ticking back till the clock reaches Zero.
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