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A youthful group- yet low they stoop,
to pick up a bottle is to pull on a throttle.
Send life to the fast lane will suppress their old pain
and it is accepted as normality.

A youthful girl- to proud in the world,
she dose what she want's; her body she flaunts.
The men they adore her bottom front door,
and her parents don't notice a thing.

A youthful teen of but sixteen.
He dose what he feels; for his wound never heals.
A plant in it's prime creates less pain per time,
and his communities to blind to see.

Now, I am only myself; I fear for my health;
I watch their mistakes and my own past breaks.
To have a life made by fuel without being a tool,
and surprisingly I don't hate myself.