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Aug 2020
When I think about it
Being unaware and optimistic
And recieving things freely.
Things like love, support and the freedom to dream.
Was a luxury...
A luxury I wish I did not have to barter for adulthood.

Now that the naivety is gone,
Sometimes cynicism becomes a companion
And anxiety a daily battle.
My bed is my absolute favourite place to visit.
And every part of my body aches.
And I'm just...tired.
And empty.
Adulthood is like the more one knows the less one becomes whole, full or anything resembling genuine happiness. August 18., 2020.

Well that's if you focus on what's wrong with the world...

Adulthood is a journey I was not prepared for but it has taught me to be grateful for the little things, like breathing. 🤣
Azariah
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