18
18: that's the age I have to be.
I have to wait three long years,
And it's killing me!
But when that three years is up, I get to find out how my life fell apart,
I get answers.
I told him I'd be mad,
if he didn't tell me now,
I am a Gunnysacker after all and, for him, thats bad.
But noooo,
He wants to wait 'till I'm older.
He wants to reopen tender wounds that I stitched up long ago
I just wish I could have my cake and eat it too---or at least a cupcake.
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