Here we be, young and awkward things.
Unsure of our bodies, unsure of ourselves,
trial and error--fail again, fail better.
Tripping and stumbling yet playing it off as a triumphant walk.
Second guessing, never knowing, always uncomfortable.
Itching in our own skin desperate for a cure
only brief moments of repose before the flair-ups start anew
and the price of youth marches on.
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