Do not think
I am a child adored toy
Without it I cry all nights
Do not think
I am a teenager experimenting Love
Ensures nights counting stars
Do not think
I am a beginner stumbled in routes
New story every day
Do not think
I am nomad in love
Complaining and crying
Do not think
I am mad in love with Lily
Strew poetry on deserts sands
Do not think
I am passed history
Its pages wrapped up
Do not think
I am different
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