This is it,
This is the end,
All my life ive been tethered,
Tethered to my parents,
To childhood saftey,
To routine and rules,
And here I am,
Standing on the edge of childhoods cliff,
Looking off the edge and into the void,
Its beautiful,
In a lonely tragic way,
A lot like space,
All the twilnkleing possibilities,
And the dark scary truths,
Gravity shifitinng,
Pulling me toward a directionless nothing,
I see it,
And im scared,
Still tethered i stand on the brink,
And brace myself for oblivion.
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Chemistry and Poetry
PuisiI sometimes write poetry Its complete shite Ill put it on here anyway *poetic snaps* Each poem will show you what year I wrote them. As reference i was born in 2000.
