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Do I feel alone?
Since the dawn of time
I've already felt so dime
My age is not defined by the body
Young is the master of all bravery
But youth is scarce
Youth is fragile
Youth rots
And in rots you'll find old
In youth you've already bygone
Do I feel the menace of the world?
Hurden by the hurdles of the olds?
Time ticks so beguilingly paced
Crawling your soul, eating you dead
And, in time, did she thrive alive?