Somewhere over the course of puberty,
things advanced from crying over.. a broken nail to a broken heart & a lost game to a lost battle of life.
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Dead Ends
PoetrySometimes it's not about the end. It's just about the story. A collection of four liners that I wrote which didn't have the oh-so-perfect endings. Well because life doesn't offer each and everyone the fairytale endings they grew up listening to.
Puberty
Somewhere over the course of puberty,
things advanced from crying over.. a broken nail to a broken heart & a lost game to a lost battle of life.
