My Year

Fri, 11/11/2016 - 21:54 -- TeaganZ

I stop. The blade freezes.

Change, there is so much

That has changed.

Adulthood is near,

I don´t find joy in stupid things,

I have grown.

Physically, mentally,

but my emotional growth lacks.

I sit back,

I breathe,

and drop everything.

So much has changed,

maybe that can too.  

 

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