17 heartaches, 17 lashes.
17 reasons to give up on myslef.
17 seems like such a sweet number.
A number inbetween becoming a.
young woman, and becoming a young adult.
I never thought about the number.
but the way I lived it. made me realize what it could do.
The number 17 lifted me up with hopes and dreams.
Then slammed me on to the floor.
It took away my breathing.
and left me still wanting more.
That magic oh so beautiful, but yet.
random,strange but still captivating.
I hate it....
17 was the age that I discovered how to live life my way. How not to give in to the pressure.
I loved that number as if it were a lover.
The damaging effect that these two digits had.
The tension from these odd numbers. that couldn't make an even 18.