If there was a wish I'd want granted to me, it'd be a to talk to the younger me
To tell her you'll make it farther than you've dared or known,
That you'll cry a lot on the way,
But that's okay,
Because you'll laugh so much more.
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Those Things You Call A Poem
PoesíaJust a collection of my in and out creativity. This is my rant area so warning, it's cringe, and emo, and just a mess.
