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The Thoughts of a 19-year-old Millennial
No More
There are no butterflies in my stomach when I see you. I no longer crave your presence. I never thought that the person responsible for making me feel so happy and loved would be the same person who would inflict so much pain into my heart and make me feel so alone and miserable.
My Pieces
These are my pieces, but they are not my whole. I am more than this flesh and blood. My skin does not portray who or what lies inside of me. My expressions don’t necessarily show how I really feel, and my eyes don’t allow you to see how hurt my soul is.
No Longer a Prisoner of my Past
I was a prisoner. Yes, a prisoner to my past. I was scared to break out, so I was waiting for someone to bail me out.
Fighting For My Sunrise
I stood in the dark, feeling like that’s where I belonged. My mind was covered in the dark apparel of my own thoughts. I had a war to fight, yes, a war. They were dark wars because I was fighting with my own demons. The war seemed unending.
The Thoughts of a 19-year-old Millennial: I Have no Limits
My age, skin colour and height place no restrictions on my achievements. But people, even my so-called friends and family members often pose them as limitations.