This is a bad dream that I can’t wake up from
It has become stuck like my skin is to my body
I’ve grown to become a bag of reeking emotions
Not what I pictured when I was young
The days of simple smile and heavy laughters all gone
Like the trash bag you left outside yesterday
when we were young, we thought differently
Adulthood looked promising. To grow old and strong
To be entitled to success by default, like my birthright
And eat two pieces of meat without guilt
Now I’m old and weak. I can eat two meats, just not the red one. Life moves pretty strong and teeth are feeble
I crave the innocence of a kid, but I’m stuck in this dream.
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