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Old poem of mine from high school!
To be 18 going on 19 used to mean something
The world would then release you to finally live freely, live fully, and live without worries
But now, the smell of summer fills her lungs for the last time
And whisper an empty goodbye
She loved to escape to her dreams.
Hopeful for the life of adolescence that is supposed to come to any young girl with age
But each mile stone came and went,
All she could do was stare at her cracked eggshell colored walls;
feeling blank and bitter and angry.
Her eyes crusted shut like the cement sidewalks
Which lacked from the cracked streets in her hometown
Leaving her lost in an indulgent coma,
In her all too small twin bed,
Bought when she stopped hitting milestones,
And slowly breaking with age
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