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falloutwriter3
falloutwriter3 I write crappy poems and I am 17.
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For

For I,

For I have lived to 17

Nearly two decades I have under my belt

And yet,

I know nothing...

I know nothing of the world a head of me,

My future to come.

Shall I be a teacher, writer or will I enroll in the air force?

For I have no clue of these consequences,

All may have a good ending,

Or all may have a tragic ending,

Either way.

For I

Am one...

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