If you knew what I know
You wouldn't despair
You would let go
And ease
You must not let
Hurt and angst
Wound you
Callous indifference
Pierce you
Worry consume you
The lack of friends, milestones
Jarring harsh truths
Consume you
It all eases in its own way
We all come with our own unique story
Some call it destiny
But I have learnt
To be in the moment
Not expect or control the outcomes
Is that what maturity is
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