Oh, Seventeen.
How you've cursed me so.
I've seen days of laughter,
And days of sorrow.
Joy and pain have all seen me,
They just don't seem to disappear.
God, I'm not sure I can make it.
How could someone survive this year?
It seems like times just get worse,
The older you get, the more they go downhill.
Confusion roams through my head,
It seems as though my emotions are ill.
Fortunately, I'm gonna make it outta here alive.
I know that with time, I'll get stronger.
Thank god 18 is getting close,
I won't be 17 much longer!
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- Age by Emmyb.
700 points, ended August 30, 18 entries
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Comments
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it actually gets easier. dont worry.
x nicely written.
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