Peter Princeton Poems

When he was four, the sun was bright
Running under rainbows, hearing stories every night
But he's sixteen now and has long realized
That there will not always be
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I'm doing things I've never done
I'm saying words I've never said
I'm feeling like I'm someone else
What's wrong
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I knew I should have walked away
When your cold darkness came in my way
You've killed my hopes and gone like smokes
Now I'm dead on the snow
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