It's the time in your life when you...
Well...
Need something.
From your friends.
Or perhaps your family.
...
The time in your life when you're...
How do I put it...
Stupid? Selfish? Innocent?
.... crazy?
...
It's the period in which you learn:
learn.. by suffering:
To speak your mind.
Care for others.
...
The time where you learn not to hate yourself,
Because every since you have...
Well...
...
Alright, whatever. You probably guessed it.
To me it was hell..
And so far I believe,
Everybody suffered when they were my age.
...
But yet...
....
And all of this complaining I do...
All of this crying in my sleep.
All of these perverted emotions.
All of the depressions I have been facing.
They were never really necessary.
...
The answer is so simple!
All I need to recover from the injuries I have,
From being at the age I am now.
...
is a hug.
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