I was afraid of being stuck.
Now that's exactly where I am.
In an elevator slowly creaking downwards.
For a Kitty party with my devils, I suppose.
I see phantoms dressed as bridesmaids.
Later I'm to be engaged with Doom.
Breaking every vow I made with Life.
I don't know if this makes sense.
That's exactly what my former mistakes said.
I'm stuck. Bring me back to life.
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Growing
PoetryA collection of cliche poems illustrating the struggles of a dramatic teenager accompanied by average photography.
