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I hate being confused . Your happy times seem to go by quicker than they come . Your bad times linger as long as they can . Your hopes and faith are tested while your tears are in possession . Your heart is red , but it's no longer for love . You replace sweet with bitter, feelings with neglect and love for pain ."elders say the young don't know pain . " The young will feel just like the old who remain . We get lost within our veins and confusion fills our brains . Don't tell me you understand until you feel our strain .
-Quanna.H
