I tell myself I'm pretty
Even if I don't think that inside
That's the first sign I knew,
I have self-pity.
I want to live in the city.
Away from this hellhole;
Live my dreams
And I guess I just want to be gritty.
Every now and then having a pity party
If only I knew,
Growing up is hard...
I wouldn't be in such a hurry.
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Life? Life.
PuisiThis is for the lost times in where I found myself. [COMPLETE ✔️] • highest ranking #2 in Poetry - 01/09/17 for ratings and reviews: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/40609222-life-life
