I wonder how early it ended

The thing that cracks u is not ur past but ur present that forces u to live in ur past

It hits hard when u have a conversation with ur inner soul when that wave of 12 hits at night..
When u question urself why intelligence won over that lil fragile heart.
The pressure of being one who I never was ..I can say that my pen has its own rhythm cause it tries to express but it doesn't a poet can hide pain in the most thrilling words ..**THE RHYTHM THAT CARRIES LOADS OF PAIN IS THE RHYTHM CREATED BY A POET**
it feels to manifested when I try to reveal my fascination..!!
Yes I grew up if it means to not show excitement over the things that makes my heart dance yes I grew up if it means to bury myself just to show I am elegant yes I grew up if it just means to laugh when I am actually dying yes I grew up if it means to be considered a gen-z yes I grew up if it means to be abnormal yes yes yes I confess I grew up so far now I can hide the person that one's lives with me ..to have fun when I am under a gun...

YES I GREW UP..!!**

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