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Monday, 20 September 2010

When You're Young



When you’re young and someone hurts you
Your cheeks grow hot and red
Traitor tears brim and fall
You gasp and blub


But when you’re old and someone hurts you
You will not give them the satisfaction.
You remain cold
Composed and silent
And cut them from your life.
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