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YOU
You are ancient in thought
You have learnt by experience
You are experience itself
And the people you meet
Are your tools of education
But yet you are young
A child, broken inside
The inside one rarely sees
Guarded by your tough exterior
But your eyes are your traitors
Your hurt is turned to anger
Your fears are turned to courage
Your fear being hurt
So what are you then?
A wise old man?
Or an insecure child?
You are both ... |