This is a diary I choose to share with the world
This is supposed to be a poem
Things are rough things get bad than horrible
It's all part of growing up
Tree trunks are scarred too
I don't know shit about growing up
I don't know how to be an adult
And I don't know how to make my words rhyme when they just want to come out so fast and hard
What I'm trying to say I guess is this is no good this makes no sense growing up doesn't make a lot of sense writing this on a public platform doesn't make a lot of sense
But I want someone to read this and make some kind of sense out of it
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Skylar Cribb
This is how I choose to control what's going on inside my soul
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