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little red book: jan 14 2018 11:12 pm

as i reflect on how this year went by,

all the times that i laughed, all the nights that i cried,

a feeling of wonder--a happy memory there,

the touch of her lips through my curtain of hair,

i think i grew up faster than planned.

my ideas run on fumes, my brain undermanned,

i don't mind her smile but i do mind my fear

of knowing who i am when i look in the mirror.

in less than an hour i will be a year older,

one year happier

and lovelier

and one year bolder.

(be who you want. be you. be me.)

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