1992

I still take night drives.

I still do high fives.

I still am a child inside.

I still hide, my emotions inside.

I still dream with a super hero theme.

I still live at home.

I still feel all-alone.

I still don’t act grown, even though I’m

Twenty-two.

I still don’t have one single clue.

I’m still breathing.

I’m still believing.

I’m still seeing, myself fleeing.

I’m still learning.

I’m still working.

I’m still from the nineties.

I’m still 1992. 

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