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Young
and innocent filled with dreams so grand.
Gazing upward with unknowing eyes, searching for a guiding
hand.
Impatient
for everything, almost in grasp, so near.
Pain from inexperience, stumbling in the dark; lost pride
often clear.
Beauty
from happiness forgotten when reached.
Always remembered in times of sadness, loneliness; reaching
out I beseech.
Agony
and frustration of my heart and soul I fear.
For my life is only a wandering soul looking for something
dear.
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Something
Dear ©
