Seventeen,
I am mature but
Still not considered as an adult,
I found my love but
They call it Childish,
I play all day but
Nights are full of tears,
I have many dreams in my eyes but
Responsibilities are caging me,
I want to fly, fly high in the air but
my wings are not strong enough.
Seventeen,
where I laugh,I cry, I make mistakes but
I live it,I enjoy it,I learn from it.
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