I sometimes think that there is a part of all of us that is trapped within, but that it is meant to be trapped and if released, it will change us to something we're not.
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Ah... Teen Angst. :P
I'm still at the point where I'm not yet too old that I don't remember how it felt. Indeed, I've posted (and published) a number of my older poems from that period.
Wait until you move out of the Teen Angst phase and into the anger and world-weariness of the adult, whose life seems to be just one long string of failures. :P
I'm still at the point where I'm not yet too old that I don't remember how it felt. Indeed, I've posted (and published) a number of my older poems from that period.
Wait until you move out of the Teen Angst phase and into the anger and world-weariness of the adult, whose life seems to be just one long string of failures. :P
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