Saturday, September 19, 2020

Nineteen


Nineteen
By Lord R.e. Taylor

No longer a child
Not yet an adult
Old enough to vote
Not allowed to drink
It is pure confusion
And the worst hell
Adulting is a dream
But not really a good dream
A nightmare coming way too soon
Use this time to remain young


 

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