It's not a game anymore
Growing up never should've been the end goal
We should've focused on those long summer days
The ones where we raced through the neighborhood
We should've never been focused on being older
Frankly, being grown up,It sucks.
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Little Do You Know
PoesiaSome of my poetry. Most of it sucks, but I'd appreciate it you dropped some votes on the ones you do enjoy. It helps me keep writing. ~Little do you know, the pain in my heart comes from the knife you didn't know you were holding~
Growing Up
It's not a game anymore
Growing up never should've been the end goal
We should've focused on those long summer days
The ones where we raced through the neighborhood
We should've never been focused on being older
Frankly, being grown up,It sucks.