When the word growth comes to mind I cringe
I don’t want to grow because it makes my ribs ache and my skin swell up like some deep sea puffer fish
In reality I have to grow up
My dad says millions do it
Make it on their own - grow and live alone..
I just don’t want to do that, I want to be taken care of, nurtured, and pampered - I want to be able to have no worries ahead of me to take care of, I want the world to introduce to me new possibilities whenever I crave excitement
But sadly that is no true reality.
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Aubrie Belle
A writer who excels in the overwhelming. My overwhelming is, LIFE. Poetry is an attribute to my life, so have it take affect in yours too.
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