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Feb 2018
In all their enlightened obliviousness
Are blind to so much.
I envy them.

I envy the child
The childish
And yet people call me childish
I’m childish-ish if you ask me.

Cause I don’t want to grow up
Not completely.
I don’t wanna take myself
Too seriously.

I guess I’ll just be me.
Strange talking
I as a 16 year old observe that adults today are too serious. It’s okay to be yourself even when others are looking.
Written by
Austin Mizelle  17/M/Where dreamers sleep
(17/M/Where dreamers sleep)   
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