It's scary knowing,
The futures in your hand,
You're the future,
Don't fuck up
Everyone else's either.
YOU ARE READING
sober thoughts
Poetryvolume i "she wrote it down, she kept record of them all. words expressing past emotions, details of what transpired with who, what and where. she might call it poetry or perhaps a diary but all I saw was a paper filled with words written in denial...
.ninety'nine
It's scary knowing,
The futures in your hand,
You're the future,
Don't fuck up
Everyone else's either.
