Her eyes dreamt of oceans and skies.
That ran deeper than your minds and
wider than your hearts.
She was a wild soul,
fierce and fragile at the same time.
She wasn't just flesh and bones.
She was much more,
she was infinite.
-KT
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PoetryAlthough the age 21 is where you're considered a proper adult, 22 is actually where the reality of adulting sinks in. It is a phase where, you're clueless as to where to begin and run in circles. Well, at least most of us. It is a...
