Life in the midst of those who are
young is sometimes...akward.
I tend to think that I am old(er) than my 21 years,
nix my age...it doesn't matter.
God realizes that age doesn't matter, but sometimes it does to me.

Time...it is running out; when does it end
only God knows the answer to that question.

Maybe...maybe someday life will be better,
Yet the realist side of me says no.
Sometimes I wish I could break the trend,
even when all that is within wants to remain the same.
Love, now that is something I want to pursue (moreso)-
following love where it leads...

Going on by God's strength alone,
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