Wednesday, 28 December 2011

dear nineteen year old self

you have life so easy.
you don't have to dress yourself up fancy, or pretend at all. 
you  enjoy yourself in your lusted-after pubs/lounges, listening to every open-mic performance your heart desires, in the city full of people your heart loves so dearly,
i'm in a love-hate relationship with your right now
your eighteen year old self 

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