a poem of growing up

some went up
and never looked down
oblivious to the state they're in

giggles and shocks
of things we've heard
but never experienced

ironically, knowing what they did
but never grasping
consequence
in the race, the long run

i am a spectator
of the lost unaware
never apprehending
yet still smiling





this is unbelievable numbing

mi amor, a pensar dos veces la próxima vez

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