Being a teenager is such an awkward time.
Too old to be a child, yet too young to be an adult.
Like the fluttering hesitation between the jump and the fall.
The world is on our shoulders yet all we want is to shrug it off.
Wanting to make our own descisions but still following others.
Not really being too sure of anything.
But that's okay.
Right.
Right?
YOU ARE READING
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Poetrya collection of words straight from thoughts to paper. (cover credit to @ParisLove-)
