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I cry a lot for myself. I think about myself as a toddler. With a blonde, choppy bob, and a mouth as big as my face. Those little rows of perfectly aligned teeth grew to be wonky in the centre. Those bright eyes that held so much happiness, somehow flood towns and rivers now. That picture of my sister, mother, father and I, huddled around a pub table. My cheeks are flushed, my small red top so bright next to the blue and yellow of their shirts. They all smile while I just stared, afraid; Knowing something about the future I could never quite comprehend.
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Dec 7, 2019
Dec 7, 2019 at 10:28 PM UTC
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I cry a lot for myself. I think about myself as a toddler. With a blonde, choppy bob, and a mouth as big as my face. Those little rows of perfectly aligned teeth grew to be wonky in the centre. Those bright eyes that held so much happiness, somehow flood towns and rivers now. That picture of my sister, mother, father and I, huddled around a pub table. My cheeks are flushed, my small red top so bright next to the blue and yellow of their shirts. They all smile while I just stared, afraid; Knowing something about the future I could never quite comprehend.
Today I saw a photo of myself as a child and begun to cry. I could not quite fathom how something so small and sweet grew up to be me. -Dilon.
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Dec 7, 2019
Dec 7, 2019 at 10:28 PM UTC
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