Twenty Five

Twenty Five spends all her time and income on road trips and parties.
Wondering along streets corridors with short skirts  knocking door after door,
Enjoying and having fun with young and older men in exchange for monies,
Not thinking for a second about her precious life but the dance floor.
Times change, so are her priorities  first time she stepped foot in club Tribeca
Yearning for the flashy lifestyle she would notice from socialites on Insta

Five years later she starts thinking of having a family and settling down.
In deed she had made enough money but who could trust her as a wife?
Vented all her emotions on good for nothing men who wouldn't let her grow
Enrolled her into dangerous drugs and sexual activities that ruins her life.
 

 

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