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1d
They all say I need to act my age
I’m so sad I’m full of rage
Everything just stays the same
They can’t believe my mistakes;
“Find a man who’s name you’ll take
And pray to god every day”
“Start a career or be a star”

They told me I could do anything
But I haven’t gotten very far

No money for college
No beauty for fame
No personality
No brain

I’m almost 30 now
Too old to start again

When will it all fall into place?
Am I praying to god?
Or am I praying to space?
Guess I’m back writing bad poetry again <3
erin walts
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erin walts  27/F/texas
(27/F/texas)   
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