Adulthood is a Murderer
Adulthood is a murderer
Sucking the life out of sweetly serendipitous smiles
Growing up is a massacre of dreams
Reality is adulthood greedily gobbling hopes
They say don’t’ grow up too fast
I can only dream and hope
Dreams that are alive
Hopes that become real
Reality that is truly alright
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