Poetry

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Nineteen by Kori Written 6/5/2017

Taking a a break from tragedy.

Ages have always been a blur.

Young me trying to calculate the year I turned 18.

If only I had clue back then.

Freedom doesn’t come with age,

it doesn’t truly exist.


Let me now on your thoughts! I know I am way behind on the poetry writing. I plan on getting back on track this week. You can find me lurking here:

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