Fading Young
As a child I was blind
Weak of power
And sentence to every whim
I kept silent, for I was told never to speak
My voice grew weak and soft
Then my mind became apart of what was wrong
I never noticed the changes my mind had made
I didn't realize that the scerect I kept was bad
I never saw it as wrong
It seemed like something that was apart of my life
But it was actually something I should have disowned in my life
I grew to understand its wrongs
And now the past me is,
Fading young
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