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This entry, <Come of Age>,
was written on 08.25.06 at 12:17 am
they said it would be here.
we got here, and they said it would be here.
we arrived, there was nothing.
where is the passion that makes us want to cry?
where is the truth that makes us close our eyes in sheer splendor?
what happened to those things that make us young again?
what happened to those things that made us blush like virgins?
since when did you turn your head away from all that is real?
why does a color, a mood, define who I am?
why can't you see that the years have made us blind to all that is beautiful?
who do you see when you see me? or is it a what or thing?
i can see in you the disrupted youth
something sad and covered up by lies,
words that speak the truth, words you can't deny.
words that you will someday scribble in your journal, but not know why.