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in my short years,
i've discovered the world
from the comfort of my bed,
found out where the lonesome kids go
when the bell rings.
i've felt love of all kinds,
going from or coming to my heart
seen loss,
been lost.
tell me how i went from being
the energetic golden child who spoke too much
to the enigmatic copper girl who
didn't speak at all
to becoming someone's sun,
far more radiant than
gold
and
copper
put together?
life is how.
and oh, what a live i've lived...
and without even
living!
YOU ARE READING
past oblivion.
Poetry"what can i really say?" used to be my words, when i didn't know as much. when i got older, i responded to myself. "everything." now, i realize that i can use my breath to speak on everything in existence, from dust on jupiter to the depths of hell...
