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If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

2 poems·Since June 2019
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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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