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  • Writer's pictureKyx


it's here, the age of eighteen

when unrelenting time ate the teen

years spin past on a merry go round

go by without a sound

chasing after adulthood

not sure if it's any good

hungering after freedom

not knowing the system

how is it time to be a grown up

when i haven't had time to grow up

where crying in the form

of a smile seems to be the norm


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