experience.
Goddamnit, old woman!
Smoke your cigarette and quit shouting at the children.
Not as serene in all caps.
Not as captivating in bold.
They turn away from your false-warning & 'wise' words.
I may be wise beyond my years, but I can feel the bags growing under my eyes.
I may be extremely polite for my age, but I don't know which fork is for salad.
What day is it?
I've seemed to have lost track of my time.
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