white ashes.

I'm thinking of getting inoculated
from this sweet life of seventeen.
Not thinking about the limits
partly seperating and pushing me
down.

These white ashes are making me depressed
But it doesn't help to think back neither forth.
Time wont stop, so why should I?

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