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Don't ever give me limits
Don't try and sell me minutes
Hope is not for youth
The young-
No prisons
No age to ponder
No self-imposed
No paths too long
No turns forbidden
Either
Hope blooms
When age does
Untie restrictions
Drawers to open
Packed and stacked by who
Me
Stored away
I threw it out
Upon the floor
I danced a bit
And kicked some shit
And called a number
I knew before...
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Author Notes
Well, you know.
Ever a Rebel.
Who was I to tell me
to stop living?
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