Quarter-life crisis

With every difference and individual exposing my inexperience,
I find myself picking up the fragile pieces left of me.

Piecing together the significance of an existence tethered and measured
by the pressures of an unloving world draped in its own pain.

Undeniably scarred and redefined,
by the struggles of the human experience.

– E.M

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