It's too early to leave
But it's too late to stay
And I'm too naive to be afraidI don't listen to you
Not for a while now
I guess I'll go and figure it outI've got a feeling
This could be a last
Something to be forgotten as pastI don't know anything
I'd never admit that though
I think I might die in the autumn snow
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Growing Pains
PoetryA retelling of growing up with all of the highs and lows. Condensed into few words are my experiences with people, self-discovery, and the small parts of life and the world I've gotten to see through the windows of my childhood home.