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I was ... yes, 17 ... when I wrote this one. Looking back, it could be adopted by most 17-year-old girls.
Only Seventeen only seventeen a senseless remark seventeen is an age loaded with feelings curiosity, loneliness, love sometimes even pain trying to find answers families and friends can't always give look somewhere else maybe a boyfriend yes, that's the answer find someone to love to return my love i found him i think i like him a lot will he like me back we go to a movie he holds me close the night ends too soon we kiss goodnight goodbye a year has past only letters, no face try to forget look somewhere else he's out there still making me cry wanting to hold him the feeling won't die force it to fade a friend relieves me focus on him start anew try to forget he's always beside me helping me through yet i'm not sure i think he's not sure never ending pressure from friends watching couples mad and jealous hoping to find love as i see hearing, but trying not my sister talking her boyfriend at the other end i go to sleep try not to cry wanting to hold my first love seventeen confused -- I find it sad now that so many teenage girls let their happiness depend on whether or not a guy is interested. If only we could take the wisdom of the thirties and beyond back to our teen years and realize that a guy's acceptance is nothing at all compared to our own acceptance.
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