Neglected all my old vices to change for you and it still wasn't enough.
Let me just go smoke a blunt and forget all my woes; because it seems like all I ever do is reminisce.
It's 3am, you know I'm in a reckless mood why are you confused?
That girl is gone now; I've tuned her out for good this time.
I'm on my old antics now try and stop me.
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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.
