Changes in color
As I get older it seems like there’s not a lot of care into my days of life. I remember every Christmas I wanted like 10 things, now I just want a pair of black Nike socks and maybe a Xbox game or two. School was a place to show off your style/personality through clothes. Growing up I always wanted to dress clean for school. Wearing a red nice shirt with jeans, and now I’m just eh black on black looks good. I’ve always had a love for black. It’s mysterious and eerie. When I wear black I think I’m a new person. More bold and confident.
Copyright © Tanner Ingram | Year Posted 2020
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