Compromise, yes I must promise, somehow somewhat comprise; being merry and happy, being out of control when out looking for the patrol. Curiosity and animosity, a priority, many times, many for lack of pity. Maturity is the pinnacle, no wonder why it's a miracle. Being alive this far it nowadays a prize. The young blood starting to branch out, hungry for looking out for new roads, new turns, no deviations, no solutions. I'm led to my own devices…. I probably should …. On my own, outside of town.
Frown faces, importances, instances, I'm becoming independent, no one can keep in content, no one can direct me and comment.
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