Pretty was unreal to me
Beautiful was unreachable to me
Pain was touchable to me
Death was visible to me
A childhood filled
Of nothing an adolescent should see
And items adults will never
I am an old soul within my youthful body
My soul might be stationary
But I really believe I have ran out of ruthless day
And merciless my life might have been
I shall smile
I shall dance
I shall flourish far from here
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