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When dreams where too young to die

I was too old to live

When life was too sweet to be bad

I was so sour I cringed

When the entire world was well at heart

I was ill at mind

And now that life is love and roses

I am bitter and undone

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I've grown up too fast, and now I miss the sunset

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©24 July 2003 - 6:50am — running_with_rabbits
1 February 2008 - 10:54pm — Nicole.J.Burgess
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life is roses eh...funny how different we thought things would be when we were younger and how reality kicks you in the ass

Nicole.J.Burgesss

13 October 2003 - 6:52pm — Exit Music (not verified)
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wow,

i am almost finished reading your poetry. i've been too lazy to comment on many of them, but this one is wonderful; the sun will continue to rise and set for you alone.

dan