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Nineteen now, You’d think I’d try take on the world. They say it’s at my hands, For how long tho I question, See I’m here writing this poem Feeling some kind of tension. I’m lying in the dark, Asking has my life fallen apart? Felt like it ended in the summer, hit me like a hummer, Imma try start like an engine, Get back up and revving. Still here unWilling Yet Will be my name So at times when I’m grinning It just be for a frame A photo can last a lifetime But how long is that? Juice said we won’t make it past twenty-one I’ll graduate 2:1, minimum at that See nineteen was a lightyear away Buzzing when I saw that day Never thought I’d see it Planned to never make it See my Grandma told me not too, Couldn’t put my family through the news We’ve never really had luck Not been blessed with the Irish chuck Now we're in 2020 So this year, I’ll turn 20. Making it thru first year Tryna keep my vision clear But unlike Owen This ain’t how the plan be going Yet like him I got voices Telling me to do better Same as every teen Voices in us all, bet ya Pressure getting to us all That's all too relatable Looking to the Skye for help Cross wrapped round my neck So God’s placed close to my chest The pains all in my head Father’s got my back Not just God but my Dad Ain’t a poacher like Klose So not always in the right place Guidance all around me So I ain’t pulling a worried face Not great with attention Socialising takes its toll Yet I still crave affection Nothing is an easy stroll Guess that’s part of getting older Growing up ain’t the one chief Have burdens on my shoulder Till the day someone lays my reef

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Date: 5/31/2020 11:33:00 AM
Amazing poem William, I hope you figured it all out. I really felt your emotions. Excellent work :)
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