This might be what growing up feels like.
No more playing invisible.
No more hypotheticals, what-ifs, coulda-woulda-shoulda’s.
I miss daily personal practice.
Being honest is a little scary, but feels oh so good once its over.
I will NOT read those stupid, stupid “essays.”
Oh so tired of pretending, so no more.
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