The ignorance of youth get washed away by the pain of experience.
May the hurt and fire of situations make way for a brighter, more fruitful future.
May the days to come be happy and lovely for they come quick and are gone before you know it.
May they be good, for I will not be there to see it.
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PoésieWelcome to my mind and the story which is unfolding in it. If you see one you like, Vote for it! It helps me know which one you are enjoying to read and will help me hone my writing for what you prefer to see! Thank you for looking Cover art by: @Lu...
