I’ve been obsessed with my youth,
because I’ve been dying since I found it.
Threw myself into the fountain,
but there was no way back,
no way to reclaim all that had been stolen,
but the softness of my skin slips away with every second,
and every inch of my innocence has been lost.
I am grey and gone,
but maybe now, I am free.

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