“hey how are you?!” i don’t really know i do the same thing everyday school work homework school work homework school work homework i’m content i’m not happy i’m not sad i don’t know. “i’m good! how are you?!” my passion is no longer screaming at me maybe that means i’m not okay maybe itContinue reading “scattered”
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eighteen
the angst of growing older with the uncertainty of tomorrow the distress from the yesterday and the vibrant room I feel locked in because the home on the doors reverse is dull and unfaithful towards the life inside. and the sunflowers that sit just outside the window bring nostalgia … reminiscing on the past youthContinue reading “eighteen”
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