We go from inside to outside.

Crying constantly- can’t talk at all.

The opposite of the sex you are is icky, to: 

I want to touch- I love them all!

Get a taste of heartbreak…

They’re all whores. 

They are all dogs. 

From enjoying just a sugar high, to; too much alcohol. 

“I am an insecure, IDIOT!”

To: 

“I know-it-all!” 

From, I am so alive, to: Soon, I’m going to die. 

The sum of: 

Infancy, 

Adolescence, 

Adulthood… 

Life. 

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