Will you trade your life experience for my youth?
Let me have a chance to taste the life
your generation expected and wanted for me.
Is there a chance you will hand over
the security and guarantees of the life you
were born into?
It might bring me some peace rather than
rolling the dice on how much longer I'll
have to put off starting true independence.
Please let me haggle and I'll give you...
Please...
I have nothing more to give.
I will have maybe a thousand dollars combined
after payday.
I just need more time.
Please.
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Caffeine and Me
PoetryA collection of poetry ranging from brain farts to exploring why I bother getting up in the morning. Most likely there is some form of caffeine to keep me awake (or alert) enough to type my thoughts out regarding my depression, struggles within my d...
