Ages (For-Never)
How old do you think I am?
Young or old does it really matter?
I write to express myself.
I try to use language in odd ways at the moment.
Haiku's are good because they are short.
War is never good. I wish it would all end.
Another year is nearly over.
Unsatisfied, unfulfilled.
The trials of life nearly suffocate me sometimes.
I am a failure, but maybe not forever.
Nearly twenty-four.
Nothing achieved.
But ah well life goes on.
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