I grew up a certain way, just to be thrown into a place I knew nothing of. A place I didn't fit into- couldn't. I hate people's impatience. I hate their lack of work ethic and attention span. I hate their disloyalty and dishonesty. I hate the amount of selfishness I see in the bigger city. I hate spoiled kids' lack of talent- no that's not the right word- hobbies. Their lack of creativity. I hate their codependence. I hate people's lack of respect.
Too many of these people exist.
I'm not saying I'm perfect by any degree. I'm just saying, at least I didn't grow up surrounded by easy and stable. At least I didn't grow up not learning how to depend on myself, not knowing how to fill my time. At least I'm pretty damn proud of my upbringing.
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Call It What You Want [A Poetry Collection]
Поэзия[PUBLISHED WORK AVAILABLE ON AMAZON] This is for the misfits. the heavy hearts. the broken minds and the lost souls. this is for the bruised lovers with tainted skin. the options left behind, not good enough to be put first. this is for the readers...
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