I am afraid of becoming a selfish adult.
Afraid that I will steal memories,
experiences like the ones before did to me.
Afraid that I will never truly grow.
Will never truly love.
Afraid of wanting others youth.
Jealous of the long life they have remaining
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Author:
muhs (
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- Category: Love
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