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The Slow Death of Adulthood

As a kid you just want to grow up

Even when the adults tell you not to

Independence and adulthood is your focus

 

When they warned us away from growing up

they forgot to mention a few things:

 

No one said being an adult would feel like drowning,

like a slow suffocation you do to yourself

You do what you have to in order to survive.

 

You keep breathing in the things that drown you,

because what else are you going to do with them

 

But with each breath you sink lower and lower.

 

With each breath you learn something new about yourself

 

With each breath you are forced to take under this water made of

               bills,                    

                   and jobs,                              

a lot of responility

and not much sleep

                        

                    

you drown a little more

 

and resign your self to the slow death of adulthood

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Written by
andrea
American
Published
Sep 10, 2014
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Andrea 2014

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#death#up#drowning#growing#adulthood
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