Growth
As I fade in and out of sleep
Thoughts of you dance through my mind
It pains me to know
That you never experienced such sorrows
Your first love
Was not your first heartbreak
It was your first boredom
And for this reason I pity you
I learned
I grew
I blossomed from our circumstances
Yet you
You sadly learned nothing
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