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by Claudia Reyes 4 years ago in sad poetry
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Do we live the life we choose?

Today I am 17

As I was yesterday

As I will be tomorrow

Months away for turning 18

I feel the same as I did a month ago

Empty, so empty

As I grow I start to adult

But I don’t think I’m doing it right

I don’t worry about college

I don’t worry about working

Truth be told If I wake up tomorrow

I woudn’t care if it’s to go work at McDonalds

I value my life more than stability

I value happiness

If I barely manage to pay rent

It would all be good

I don’t want to be caught in a soceity

In which one is trapped living the same miserable life

Steve Jobs, Chris Cornell, Robin Williams

They all made a lot of money

Lived lives only we could dream of

But was it a dream or a nightmare

All the money in the world couldn’t save them

Save them from their demons

And save them from taking their last breathe

Today I am 17

And yet I feel as empty as ever

sad poetry

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Claudia Reyes

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