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neuroangel
07-30-05, 08:19 PM
At 21

Shrinking in the distance is a girl with the blues
Feeling as old and worn as her khaki shoes
Sovereign in a sad desperate world
Wearing braces and brownish curls
Didnít know anything was wrong
Suffering silently for years too long
People never stopped caring, she knew
It was late, and nothing she could do
A strange place to be at 21
Wandering below the descending sun
Shadows and clouds overcast
Lingering around just like her past
Some roads never seem to end
With patterned behavior and set trend
She trudged on and never assumed
That some roads end all too soon.

Cyndi