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who would've thought that I'd make it to 22 that my fire never extinguished after all those years of rain my seven-year-old self would be glad to see she was preserved who would've thought that the one I dreamed about for six years now sleeps in my bed at night, and calls me his wife my 11-year-old-self would never believe it who would've thought that, somewhere along the line, I made friends who care for me and I them my 13-year-old self would be relieved who would've thought that my heart became soft again and I learned to let myself cry, and feel my 15-year-old self might just smile who would've thought that I made it out of my hometown, traveled the world on my own, and decided to come back my 18-year-old self would be astounded who would've thought that I became a teacher and I don't fear my calling anymore my 19-year-old self would laugh in disbelief who would've thought that, despite all the years of isolation, dissociation, fear, and heartache, I emerged still me who would've thought? not me
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Aug 23, 2024
Aug 23, 2024 at 9:38 AM UTC
who would've thought
who would've thought that I'd make it to 22 that my fire never extinguished after all those years of rain my seven-year-old self would be glad to see she was preserved who would've thought that the one I dreamed about for six years now sleeps in my bed at night, and calls me his wife my 11-year-old-self would never believe it who would've thought that, somewhere along the line, I made friends who care for me and I them my 13-year-old self would be relieved who would've thought that my heart became soft again and I learned to let myself cry, and feel my 15-year-old self might just smile who would've thought that I made it out of my hometown, traveled the world on my own, and decided to come back my 18-year-old self would be astounded who would've thought that I became a teacher and I don't fear my calling anymore my 19-year-old self would laugh in disbelief who would've thought that, despite all the years of isolation, dissociation, fear, and heartache, I emerged still me who would've thought? not me
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Aug 23, 2024
Aug 23, 2024 at 9:38 AM UTC
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