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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