A Message to the Youth

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I keep having to redefine myself. Who I am today isn't the same I as yesterday.  I learn something new about myself, about math, about life. I get one second older. One minute, one hour,
  I went bowling with my mom once. It was 10 o’clock on a Saturday night in the middle of September. I think this was the first time we’d went bowling in about 9 years, but
A quest to find the chalice & mast the squire had searched throughout the kingdom A fare maiden was in waiting in her room to cherish a red rose that was plucked a time before
As i lazily lay and look up to the ceiling I realize my time has burnt and no longer ticks Oh how i wish i made a difference before my youth expired
  I am the caramel that gushes out of the center of a Ghirardhelli Chocolate square, The man in the mirror with the sharp jaw, gap in his teeth and the kinky curly hair
The young boy was so quick to pick up a gun but never a book the young girls so eagered to twerk something but never to desire to learn something they wonder why they never earn nothing like respect
I really just want to speak a little of what's on my heart, Im
The youth, and pride of the people of this world Corruption is settling deep within the core of all human kind It’s like an infection spreading through each and every mind  
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