Another day
Almost my birthday
Not yet legal but on my way
Not yet rich so at my parents ill stay
16 felt like 15
Why did we start this measurement of age on ourselves
365 days counted in pairs puts our time to live on the shelves
Were controlled by time and money
Just like bees are controlled by flowers and honey
But our masters aren’t natural
We made this system unknown of what it was going to be
When we didn’t know eating would cost a fee
Now we create like nothing on this earth ever has
But the day will come when we will be another species to pass
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Author:
Leaaa (
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Comments1
That's quite old - 17! heehee.
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It will be terrible when you reach 20 - oohh, that's awfully old! lol.
i don’t want to be old:(
Oohh ignore me - for about 50 years - or you will be middle-aged or old, before you've finished being young! lol.
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