you work hard
you play hard
cuz that's all you know at sixteen
all you know is all you've ever seen
now you blow out the silent candles
the numbness that screams twenty-two
look into the mirror
can the reflection inside still recognize you?
i don't think it'll ever apply
what i knew at sixteen
i don't think it ever applies
what i perceive from reality
cuz that's all you ever do at sixteen
you fantasize
but never realize
i'm high
maybe this is goodbye
YOU ARE READING
the chronicle of wasted time
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