Take Me Back

They all said my mind will change.

“The adult life isn’t what you think.”

They’d tell me to cherish the good years I have.

The years where my worries are minimal.

Gum in my hair.

AR points at school.

Broken toys and games.

What they said was right.

“I wish I could be a kid again”

I’d tell myself to cherish the good years I have.

My worries will be much worse soon.

Decisions that’ll change my life.

A job and transportation.

Anxiety that won’t go away.

I was oblivious.

But now?

I’m just hopeless.

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Noah Purser View All →

I’m just a dood tryna figure myself out. I write about shows, movies, the LGBTQ+ community, Pop Culture, and my original fiction work!!

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