When I was 11, I cried a whole lot. I don’t know why. Hormones. The idea of death. The idea of life. The idea of losing the ones I loved. I would sob and sob. The inner turmoil a landscape in which I buried myself.
A Moment (From Adolescence)
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you sound a lot like me. Then I would go write a poem about it. My mum thought I was depressed. Hardly…just too damn creative.