I'm tired.
Nothing is doing it for me anymore
At a stand still waiting on the next move
Question is who's turn is it?
At odds with myself
I don't think I've fully understood my purpose yet..
Until then I guess I'll continue down this simulation.
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Growing Pains
PoetryA raw and uncomfortably honest reflection on what adulting is really like, from the perspective of a naive 20 something year old.
