now
June 18, 2019
Parks, Games, Fun.
Sweet smells and sounds.
Fun smells sweet and games make sounds.
One second then two.
Happening, in front of you.
Three years then four.
Nothing is the same
Grades, School, Fu-
Future?
I feel weird.
I feel like a fish out of water.
I’m an alien invader.
This is my home now.
I’m not a kid anymore.
Sorry mom.
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