"how does it feel to grow up?"A Poem by ghosti“how does it feel to grow up?” your home is the first grave you will ever have your childhood bed, a casket, adorned in light pink stuffed animals watching as you enter a state of holiness it is the first place you die, yes, but that is also when you become a god © 2022 ghosti |
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Added on January 4, 2022 Last Updated on January 4, 2022 |