I'm 20 years old, however
I'm still at the age where I sometimes think about moving away and becoming a rock star.
Sometimes I think it could happen.
Sometimes all I want is for someone to hold me and sing a song to make me feel better.
Sometimes someone does,
and it works.
I'm still sleeping with my teddy bear.
Perhaps I'm desperately trying to revert back to when I had my priceless naivety.
Perhaps I'm simply another trauma statistic, however
I'm still at the age of not caring.
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