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She is a young girl
With a old soul
Forced to grow up too fast
Filled with insight
She can’t use
Filled with questions
She cannot find answers to

She is mature beyond years
And wise to her peers
But life for her
Is numbered from here

She did not know everything
But she could read peoples minds
No magic here
Just a perceptive mind

She’s only been on earth
A decade or so
But in her soul
She’s a hundred years old
©2006-2010 ~celtic-warri0r
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:iconl0stdreams:
Yup.
I love this ending as well.
The second time a read it, and I thought about you while I did it, it really is, and I really like it.

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Red light asshole.
:iconceltic-warri0r:
thanks :flirty:

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My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to god
:iconmalruniel11:
Well written...I can completely understand the sentiment that you so adeptly put across. I've written a poem like this...maybe I'll post it as well.
:iconhlgem:
Very nice. On line 5 though I would change used to use, I think it scans better.

And I can relate to the sentiment too. Luckily for those of us who did feel this way at 10, life gets a whole lot better as an adult if you let it.

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*Xenodreaming
*Ultra-Fractal
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