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He's now 17

a marvelous age

no hint does remain

of the anguishing cage

A year of much worry

from one who knew not

The cause or condition of

his depressive onslaught

Mayhap some would claim

my third person view

Could never quite capture

the fleeting emotions that flew

So 'oft cross his face

in the realm of a hall

Not meant to be noticed

blending into the wall

By now that has passed

he walks with an air

That fairly screams pride

in and out of his care