*I was young.
A child.
Barely able to comprehend simple math.
And you told me that I could be anything.
Anything at all.
To pick who I want to be.
I think you wanted me to pick nothing.*
Oct 8, 2016
Oct 8, 2016 at 3:29 PM UTC
*I was young.
A child.
Barely able to comprehend simple math.
And you told me that I could be anything.
Anything at all.
To pick who I want to be.
I think you wanted me to pick nothing.*
2016-10-08
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Third of a collection of one word titled poems.
