Remember Growing Up

Crucible 

Went Down 

We Don't Grow 

We Sit in Dirt

And Find Our Way Up 

Through The Stomach That Was Home 

Into The World That Is Only Ours

I am afraid of growing too old 

I am afraid of sunlight

I felt uneven crests 

I make livings

I don't 

Live 

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