I find my youth
in search of my high.
Can't let loose
or let this ego die.
I choke trying to diversify.
Do I qualify to be known as I?
You felt young before,
but now you identify.
Suppression to solidify.
I find my youth
in search of my high.
The rush fools
me.
I rush to gratify.
Age is a sentence I wish to pacify.
Numbness is how I clarify.
I find my truth
in search of my high.
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