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An Old Soul

I tell myself that I’ll one day,

Have everything I’ve always wanted

And more.

But as life passes and my time on Earth

Grows shorter and shorter.

And my struggles only seem to get harder

And more trivial at the same time,

I wonder if it’s even worth losing my hair or if I have invested enough, or even at all.

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Written by
the-whisper
24 / M / American
Published
Jul 15, 2019
Lines·Words
8·61
Tags
#coming#of#age#old#young#youth#adult#adulthood#struggle
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