I used to romanticize. To embrace cringe. The girl that I was, doesn't look anything like the woman I am now. Where did I take a wrong turn? I thought it was something to be proud of...growing up fast. But, everyday I realize more and more, it was a trick. Please stay young forever, cling to life. We need each other. Don't go yet, I'm not ready. I've realized I've never been ready... 20 already? What a joke. Where did the girl go? The one who climbed trees and felt every touch of the sun. Is anyone out there? Any version of her left? I'll find you, I have to. For both of our sakes, purely for our survival.
I will find you.
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Hidden Feelings
PoetryThis is gonna be sad-ish poem type thing, that describes how I felt/feel about some things. Like past boys or death of a family member and such. I might even end up making it into a story, idk. But what I do know is that almost everything in this bo...
