Being young is when scraping your knee makes you cry but everything else makes you smile, growing up is when scraping your knee no longer makes you cry but nothing makes you smile, and being an adult is when you realize the trade wasn't worth it.
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Emotions of Anon
PoetryThese are writings by a very good friend of mine, whom does not appreciate their own work as much as they should. They are absolutely beautiful, passionate, and flooding with emotions. I DO NOT TAKE CREDIT FOR ANY OF THESE! These are by an anonymou...
