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Twenty-Five

They say twenty-five matters, 

25 is the age where you are asked

to be responsible, 

You are supposed to bring home food, 

It's an age where your uterus has to be fukcing good, 

It is an age where you have to be fair

And good as a nymph, 

It is when your wallet should have a five-figure sum. 

They say at twenty-five, 

You will be twenty-five times purer than ever, 

To breed and nurture, 

No dear not your dreams, but your children's. 

But that's not it. 

I SAY THAT IS NOT IT. 

It is an age where you realize, 

You no longer have the desire to live

the monotonous life, 

You no longer feel alive at a celebration, 

You find yourself as the perfect company, 

You don't care if you die today or tomorrow, 

You want to puke at people

who restrict you from doing things. 

You no longer want to be surrounded by people, 

And your skills are your only saviours. 

At 25, you no longer care if people love you or hate you,

you realize your mental health matters than physical, 

Your dreams have started to deceive you and

You no longer long for things you longed for. 

I say, at twenty-five, 

All you need is some peace of mind

and pills to sleep. 


A. C

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