I miss the magic of feeling alive.
When I was not here to just survive.
Under my skin, my blood was thrumming.
I could do anything, everything was of my imagining.
With adulthood came the realization that I was a contrived being.
I was never really seeing.
Dec 24, 2024
Dec 24, 2024 at 8:47 PM UTC
I miss the magic of feeling alive.
When I was not here to just survive.
Under my skin, my blood was thrumming.
I could do anything, everything was of my imagining.
With adulthood came the realization that I was a contrived being.
I was never really seeing.
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