I let the musty air fill my lungs
as it begs to remind me of
where I'm from
I grew up reciting lines
like I was just acting fine
when really I was just a child
with nothing better to do
with their time
and what was a hobby
became a passion
and what was a passion
became forgotten
May 9, 2018
May 9, 2018 at 10:25 PM UTC
I let the musty air fill my lungs
as it begs to remind me of
where I'm from
I grew up reciting lines
like I was just acting fine
when really I was just a child
with nothing better to do
with their time
and what was a hobby
became a passion
and what was a passion
became forgotten
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