Teenage Years - A poem

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This one is to teenage years; though I'm actually not getting much nostalgic about those years.

When I was a teen,
How different I use to feel.

How I lived in those days,
Doing things in my own ways.

My mood showed several ranges,
All due to hormonal changes.
How my behaviour was as a teen,
Like, all the time irritated I had been.

Things about which crazy I was,
In which now I find many flaws.

Gone are the teen years,
Followed by the aging fears.

Life is still plenty
Making way for twenty…

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