17 and you're eager to write
and eventually forget
everything
You've grown so fast
Done every task
You know there are many different
worlds
You can go anywhere
And everything will change
But when I stay up for quite
very long here
Will my dreams
walk away?
Then, I have to go somewhere
Sometime
and eventually forget
everything
when I was 17 and I'm
eager to
write
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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