DeadAlive

A lot of things used to scare me growing up.

Wondering if a girl would ever like me.

Wondering how life would be once my mother passed on.

The ocean at night.

Wondering how I would turn out once I was grown.

Now every morning when the sun rips through my blinds and onto my eyes , I no longer question if the world needs somebody like me.

Everything and nothing is mine.

The embarrassment.

The laughs.

My amusement.

Still 16 in a 24.

The gold falls from their faces in the form of teardrops.

Nicotine coming out my nose shaped like happiness.

Here it goes.

Let’s get it.

AltaLoma 9:06 pm

Reminding you to eat your cereal with a fork and to do your homework in the dark.

Thanks for reading.

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