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A poem admiring the age of 17 |
| I thought 17 was forever. I thought my life was you. Man, was I wrong. Everyday was an adventure. Now it still is, just without you. You were my adventure, Now I am my own one. I am so happy and ready, To let everyone know that. I can't imagine going back To who we once were and to how life once was. I'm not even remotely That girl, you once knew And I know that the boy You once were, is long gone. The time was great. A piece of our own history. But now we must part Because we have more To write, with new people, But most importantly Ourselves. |