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What the World Used to Be for me

Poetry By: Entity

A piece about noticing how the world changes as you go from being a child from an adult. Hope everyone enjoys it.

Submitted:Nov 12, 2012    Reads: 29    Comments: 2    Likes: 2   

How the World Used to Be For Me

When I was young,

the world used to be,

an entirely new and exiting thing for me,

a few years later,

I see the worlds flaws,

and force myself through without a single pause,

now my life is much harder,

and my heart very heavy,

and I'm not so sure that I'm really ready,

to face the world as it truly is,

I feel weak and nearly dead,

I can find very few things that can clear my head,

perhaps this will help,

I'm not really sure,

maybe my soul is a little too pure.


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