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I’m 18 and the wind feels like a storm The air feels like peroxide It’s messy, everywhere Inside, outside my mind I’m 18 and have all bark and no fight Everyone says I’m alright It is true I enjoy life, a little too much , I guess they’re right. The weakest currents sway me Walking away seems against the tide I stand and hope no one sees me Trying. barely holding on to life. I dwell in the intensity and dwell in the present I create melancholy in this exact instant Nostalgia breeds the nothingness inside of me Kills my inner child ,leaves room for adolescence I prefer my heart tortured than at peace Feeling something triumphs it all to me This spiraling is what seems to keep me alive Hanging on the nothing and could’ve beens I’m 18 and the wind feels like a storm Feels like I was waiting for this moment , since the day I was born Waiting for my heart to yearn , waiting for my heart to be torn Breaking in a thousand pieces yet still wanting more Crashing under the pressure of the gale dust sealing me eyes shut in a second falling once again on my face hoping there are lessons to be made hoping I can enjoy my mistakes .
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Aug 27, 2025
Aug 27, 2025 at 6:54 PM UTC
I’m 18 and the wind feels like a storm
I’m 18 and the wind feels like a storm The air feels like peroxide It’s messy, everywhere Inside, outside my mind I’m 18 and have all bark and no fight Everyone says I’m alright It is true I enjoy life, a little too much , I guess they’re right. The weakest currents sway me Walking away seems against the tide I stand and hope no one sees me Trying. barely holding on to life. I dwell in the intensity and dwell in the present I create melancholy in this exact instant Nostalgia breeds the nothingness inside of me Kills my inner child ,leaves room for adolescence I prefer my heart tortured than at peace Feeling something triumphs it all to me This spiraling is what seems to keep me alive Hanging on the nothing and could’ve beens I’m 18 and the wind feels like a storm Feels like I was waiting for this moment , since the day I was born Waiting for my heart to yearn , waiting for my heart to be torn Breaking in a thousand pieces yet still wanting more Crashing under the pressure of the gale dust sealing me eyes shut in a second falling once again on my face hoping there are lessons to be made hoping I can enjoy my mistakes .
The intensity
#comingofage#youngadult
Kalmia_lilies
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Kalmia_lilies
18/F/Paris
Aug 27, 2025
Aug 27, 2025 at 6:54 PM UTC
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