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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