

Comming Of AgeI have squandered my life on material and meaningless themes and objects, But yet i own nothing.Comming Of Age
I once thought thaat all of these things could make me a more able person to society, but not a thing has changed.
Slowly I begin to realize that life is meaningless, That no matter what I do, I will always suffer.
So why now do I realize what it means to be a man, Why do people close to me always leave or die?
Before they go they try to help me, But always to no avail.
So why do they always drone on and on, Trying to save my blackened soul?
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And hark his ears did percieve a sound... But a whisper...
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