Forever poem.

Young, and molded
Left with scars
The first boy would define me.
Years were lost
In blinding dark
The second led to life.
By chasing states
Through starry nights,
The third I won’t forget.
So endless time
Will count the suns
The fourth will steal forever.
Long time waited,
Other half
So sweet is this surrender.

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