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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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