Adolescence

Surreal_Art5

The angle of a hip

Never meant to bare

Bends to the pressure

Of a coarse proposal

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Youth is fire

And accusation

Indignant tongues

That evade apology

Innominate egos that

Borrow diversion

At the expense

Of their freedom

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I claim insomnia and stress. My brain has taken a detour and we’ve not met up in a while now. Ugh I am so unhappy with this one