It starts with 17,
Waiting for the number that comes next,
No fear, no worry, there's nothing,
Slow pace walking off into the sunset.
"What's good, dear?"
Nagging mouth spits sugary chats,
After a rainy day the sky looked so clear.
Living freely like how fairy tale ends.
"What's up, nerd?"
A knife could stab a daring knight,
Sunlight fades, thunders can be heard,
Typhoon hits the Earth, nothing's alright.
The thoughtless left handshake you made,
Kissing goodbye to your la la land.
That's fine, every wound you can get an aid,
Make it right, you're not at the dead end.
-Marsya Sabrina
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