Less

As my Childhood comes to a close
And the Fantasy isn't fun anymore
Reality swallows me

No money
No fun
No friends
No energy
No control

An endless cycle of thought and doubt
Everyone leaves
But I will be the first to leave

I guess this is growing up

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