yikes

Life is like a broken promise. You keep expecting something , something good to happen. Like the moments people constantly tell you to live in. Or that unforgettable journey which is eye opening and you find your purpose. But nothing. 

It's like each day is a brick, ordinary useless boring brick. But then when you look back at it, a little wall began to form. Kids have it easy, they're not closed in, they still feel special. 

But as I'm growing up I can feel myself losing this superpowam now claustrophobia to my own creations
-own

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I am darkness. I'm better. I'm better because I cover people like one would do to protect a loved one. I hid people unlike light. What good is light if it should only expose. Why can't people see that light is bad and I am good. 
-own

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RIP my childhood