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It felt like maturity is a punishment —
you breathe enough in a confinement.
The heart is the prison of our passion,
while the mind denies its direction.

The chance to dream like a kid
is like grasping through the wind.
Grownups lose their innocence
as they chase for their independence.

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Arit Angeles

Arit Angeles

Poetry, short stories and life journeys. Talk to me here