Eighteen
Even when I convinced I had it all figured out
I find myself wondering if..
Growing up really meant I would be on my own
Having to do things alone
Telling myself it will be effortless
Everything must be done with finesse
Ending childhood and tasting the real world cuisine
Now that I am eighteen
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