i don't understand why i was always in such a rush to grow up. it's not even the aspect of exams and stress, it's the the fact that i'm completely losing my imagination. i'm falling in and out of love with life. "it's great growing up." you say. think of the neon signs, dark eyes, falling in love, arcade games, making memories with your bestest friends, polaroids. but is it worth it? when the princesses turn to dust and the milk turns sour in our stomachs. i got exposed to more and more things that i loved, hated, despised. realised that everybody's so angry all the time.
and for what?
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silk & wine.
Poetrywelcome. to a book that contains no capital letters. there will be a lot of aesthetic things in here. it's an escape. there are prompts. anything to help you, beautiful human. you are beautiful, by the way. in every way possible. It's just a shame t...
