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I wonder what it’s like to be Lou Gehrig
And have a disease named after you.
Or what it’s like to be the reason arachibutyrophobia
People, humans, mankind
A bit of a mystery, so it seems
After a bit of growing up you think there’s nothing to redeem
On the outside looking in, it may appear that we have it all together
Frail bodyTiny bonesFleshlessIs ultimate.
Start small,Skip lunches2 meals a dayIs enough.
Self controlBreakfast uselessIf dinnerIs inevitable.
I am getting older, after all I’m applying to college.
But early on this made me want to jump off a ledge.
Being a child was fun no doubt,
But time passes and it’s a waste to pout.
I am aware more then I have ever been.
I am aware I can no longer fit in the same shoes I did when I was 5.
I am aware I can no longer sit in the same swing set I did when I was little.
