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Y o u t h

Impatience drawn in circles, Longing for an escape grows, A youth thrown away, Brings remorse and sorrow. Printed words turn ablaze, Idle thoughts sail through pages; A youth neglected, Brings mistrust and rage. A bowl of dessert cold emanates, Numbs the tongue of sweet indulgence, A youth desolated, Brings despair and vengeance. Squalls from a cot stir the night, Calls for dependence at mother's haste, A youth wasted, Bring misery and eternal regret.

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Date: 5/27/2016 11:00:00 PM
nicely expressed.... Julia... LINDA
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Julia Ho
Date: 5/28/2016 9:43:00 PM
Thanks! I feel honoured :D