a year of changes.
Some black and some white.
new loves, and lost ones just the same.
Its been scary accepting these leaves of my life, while also accepting the new triumphs.
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META
PoetryWhen the metamorphosis came, I was not ready. Change is not easy, when you're too young. My brand new wings sprouted from behind me, it burned like hell, but I stayed strong. There was people that needed me, dreams that I needed to complete. I could...
