excited to grow up
and part with childhood
little did i know
adulthood meant
broken hearts and
cuts that came from
the demons inside your head
rather than falling off a bike
but soon i'd find out
that innocence was
sleeping on the streets
and counting your pennies
just to fucking eat
and be able to buy groceries
when winter comes around
i can barely afford the heat
oh god i can't wait until
my very last heartbeat.
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