Confusion

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Certainty is encumbering
When one is meant to be unsure
Just like I thought I wasn’t
When you told me I was yours.
Well, I don’t know how to say this,
But you were quite the bad intrusion
When you made me feel secure
In the midst of my confusion.
It was time to be impulsive,
Time for fun and adolescence.
But I had to be responsible,
Use compromise and acquiescence.
Nevertheless, you have my appreciation
For cutting short my childhood,
Along with its troubles and frustration.





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