Someday I'll be old.
I hope my mind will never be.
Who defined "old" anyway?
The young?
The old?
Law?
Time?
Winkles?
Who?
My 15- year old self says:
<<I never want to be whatever "old" is. Unless its beautiful.>>
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Thoughts of an adolescent brain.
Ngẫu nhiênThis is a collection of the poems I write or just thoughts of mine I wanted on paper... well, somewhere other than my head. Also random stuff I just wanted to get off my mind. Also many of the works in this collection contain my point of view on th...
