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[bodytext] => 3am I walk home on these barren streets There’s not even a car, Driving slowly behind me, Trying to determine my age. It’s thirteen, Sorry, Not old enough. It’s 3am and I walk This silence is scary But how much more will it be with head phones Blasting guitar riffs And whiny twenty five years olds Singing about how their lives suck. Not much more. Maybe no more. Its 3am and my heart is pounding. My brain can’t comprehend What my body knows. My thoughts are scary Drifting from paradise To suicide But I won’t do it. I was always to afraid Of what people would think Its 3am and I just left The life altering moment ***** anyone who says I’m too young But I agree with them completely. But if I’m old enough To walk the lonely streets, Then I’m old enough to be in love. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 179 [topic] => 48 [informant] => xbleedingheart [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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