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Wasting My Young Years

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By Mario CastelliPublished 5 years ago 1 min read
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What direction shall I go,

Somewhere bold with an aura of red,

Or a place of peace and free from all dread;

Does either place even exist,

Or is it just yet another blow?

There's a fork with signs bellowing solutions,

How would I know which to listen;

When there are faces that both laugh and glisten,

Would it be naïve to take their nurture to heart,

Living in such a world can make it fearful to start.

At last, it seems I have found my way,

Breaking free from the world's grasp and my silence,

Finally seeing the world for what it is, a zest pool of violence;

With everyone labeled as prey.

What direction shall I go to seek growth and combat my delay?

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Mario Castelli

Merely a writer that sees the world through a lens of both logic and abstraction, that enjoys thinking deeper and learning of things shrouded in mystery and advocating for the silent.

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