I've never thought about growing old.
For some strange, unplaceable, reason I've always felt I would die young.
Now, that in itself is something completely and utterly frightening.
Why does that feeling exist?
What does it imply?
If I were to perish young, would it be due to something like an accident on a dark highway?
Or would it be by losing myself to the high stresses and strict image of adulthood?
Thinking about it, I can't decide which end is the most terrifying.
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~My Thoughts in Poetic Verses~
PoetryA/N: This will be the ONLY Author's Note. Basically, this is just a collection of my poems all jumbled into a "book". I hope you enjoy, and let me know what you think! Don't forget to Comment, Vote, and Follow :) Stay Flawless! xx
