Dreams don't wait.
That's why we chase them.
At times, running towards a losing battle.
In a world you created.
In the fights, you were dragged.
You let it consume you whole.
This place has no exit hole.
But now you must bury it.
Close the coffin now.
This dream didn't wait.
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Growing
PoesieA collection of cliche poems illustrating the struggles of a dramatic teenager accompanied by average photography.
