When I was young, writing came easily.
Once about the spaghetti I ate for dinner
or the clothes I wore to school
or the new bike I got for my 6th birthday.
But as I grew up,
I realized
that's not how life is.
Life isn't always dinner with a family.
Or brand new clothes.
Or a bike that your father once taught you to ride.
Now it's about the new boy in school.
The one 2 desks away from you,
the one your father wouldn't approve of.
It's about the disgusting cafeteria food you're forced to eat alone
It's about the car that you have to learn to drive.
With no father by your side.
May 24, 2013
May 24, 2013 at 7:56 AM UTC
When I was young, writing came easily.
Once about the spaghetti I ate for dinner
or the clothes I wore to school
or the new bike I got for my 6th birthday.
But as I grew up,
I realized
that's not how life is.
Life isn't always dinner with a family.
Or brand new clothes.
Or a bike that your father once taught you to ride.
Now it's about the new boy in school.
The one 2 desks away from you,
the one your father wouldn't approve of.
It's about the disgusting cafeteria food you're forced to eat alone
It's about the car that you have to learn to drive.
With no father by your side.
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