youth is a tragically hilarious period of time. one moment you hate everything about it and the next moment you yearn for it; and some days you feel like a Real Grown Adult, and others you feel like a downright beb. but youth is when you paint your brightest masterpieces, so go, my friends, and streak your canvas technicolor. you're only young once, so be brave.
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Poetryburn my paper soul with the fire of your love | POE 56 | cover cr @softaen