i used to be fearless.
and i didn't grow afraid.
i grew aware;
i grew the right
eyes and ears.
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Poetry❝as if.❞ ⤷in which this isn't poetry but leftover sadness. [poetry] {completed} (#135 in poetry 12/27/17)
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i used to be fearless.
and i didn't grow afraid.
i grew aware;
i grew the right
eyes and ears.