Students, Teenagers, Too Young

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It is now understood, My peers and I do not get along for a reason we not share. I lived pain and suffering, Where they did not. I learned and my wisdom grew to be beyond my years. I look at them and curse them for being imature. But I'm glad they have their young lives. I lost mine long ago and now I watch them grow from child to adult where I have already tread.

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