No, don't be afraid of the risks
If not you, who will make it?
I know it's pretty cold out there,
Ain't easy being unarmed and bare.
With every mile you make
You'll be pushed a thousand back.
Such a damn frustrating pace,
But baby just hang in there.
You'll make it there like a
Fire ball, fire ball.
Rising like a Phoenix
Amidst the fall, amidst the fall.
In a world of black and whites
We'll proudly be, brown, pink and bright.
No, don't listen to them head shakes and sighs,
They're all just delicate lies.
We got no armours, no daggers,
Just a heart of gold.
So, let's keep moving,
Against the tides
Against all odds.
-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...
