turningeighteen
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When you told me
To grow up, I thought you meant,
"Kill your heart." And so I did.
Dutifully, plugged the tears until I suffocated.
Cussed. Spit. Hated.
(Are you proud of me?)
The trembling chilling adventures of exploring the sadend mind of what we think today to be whats know as us .
I'm chasing after you again, when am I not?
We run the same speeds but are always so far apart!
