Dear future me,
Are we better where you are?
I feel like we won't make it
Did we find peace?Will we get to grow old?
Will we get to live past 23 years old?
Every birthday death creeps closer
They say you can be whatever you want
When you're older
Well now I'm older
And my life is already over...

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Amphigory
Poesía"Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings; it takes its origin from emotions recollected in tranquility." -William Wordsworth An amateur collection of my dark poetry, spoken word, and deep late-night thoughts. ***{ONG...