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Too Young to Die


We rose onto this earth

Happy and carefree

Before nothing mattered to us

Until we became teens

 

Inside anyone we see

There’s a scar beneath

Once upon a time

Band-aids fixed everything

 

Now we hide our own hearts

Living half in the dark

Head barely above water

We plaster on a smile

 

Where’s the end of this pain

This tunnel we’re trapped inside

Just fourteen and counting

Far too young to die.

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