Hormones taunting, "the end is near"
Hot flashes that seem to last for days
My Mother confirms, I'm in that stage
Gravity is working on this body of mine
Aging daily like a dry sweet wine
My joints are cracking, my muscles ache
The joys of womanhood, the masquerade
I'm still just a kid, and always will be
But you can't tell just by looking at me
My hair is graying, but not my heart
The hell with nature, I'll end where I start
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