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								Wed Jan 28, 2004  7:21 pm
 |         Another year, coming to an end,
 But yet so much more the new year bring.
 In my hands I hold memories of the past,
 And keys to the future,
 Looking out on what today only brings,
 Infinite monotony.
 
 I am a minor
 Looking out onto an adult only world,
 Fearing only that world that I am about to step out into.
 I don't want to look back on where I've been,
 And what I've done,
 Regretting all that I've done,
 And never did.
 
 So close to getting the respect I deserve,
 The freedom I crave,
 To be the free bird
 I've always wanted to be,
 But yet I know,
 I will be cursed,
 By that never ending monotony.
 
 I've been living in a vicious cycle,
 In which my past comes back to haunt me.
 Repetitive mannerisms,
 How things come and go.
 Living one rerun after another.
 
 So let us now raise our glasses high,
 Give out a cheer,
 And rewind that video tape
 To be played once again.
 I let no one see me cry, but the product of those tears are those poems that I share here.
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