I take deep breaths and count all the seconds that there are in a minute.
Everything's changing even the things I can't see.
I'm getting older, but dumber.
Maybe that's not true, but I look into mirrors and see a face that looks familiar, and I feel foolish.
I've got straight locks and curly roots.
I'm trying not to hate myself but sometimes it feels like the most difficult level of a video game.
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PoetryNobody prepares you for the confusing struggle of parting ways with who you once were. If you're stubborn like me you'll try and fight it only to realize that you can't hold on to the broken girl that you once were if want to become a strong woman...
