Like a moth to the flame I will chase the approval of everyone I meet.
I will cling to any sliver of warmth I can get
And let the validation fuel my every interaction.
Then when it's not enough I will throw myself into the flame until I'm nothing but Ash and dust.
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Twenty-one
RandomA collection of prose, poem, and the chaotic inner workings of a 21 year old. Read at your own risk • Risk it for your own reward