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May 2015
dear five year old me,
cherish the beauty you can see.
because no one tells you,
how the skies eventually turn grey.

cling to the wonder you feel,
and those moments where everything is real.
because one day you’ll look back,
and wish that you could’ve stayed..

young, innocent, naive,
always so open to believe,
that happiness is just the smile on your face.
hopeful, kind, untouched,
don’t forget you’ll always be enough,
baby girl, this world we live in is a tough place.

dear thirteen year old me,
don’t ignore your inner beauty.
because no one tells you,
how hard it is to find once it’s thrown away.

don’t listen to the mean girls’ words,
no matter how deeply they cut or hurt.
because in the end what counts,
is your ability to just walk away.

scared, lost, afraid,
your finger slowly skims the blade,
that slides down your thigh to not leave a trace.
tired, ashamed, confused,
you ask what more you have to lose,
baby girl, the world wouldn’t be the same without your grace.

dear girl listening to this song,
i want you to know i believe you’re strong.
because i don’t think you’re ever told enough,
to believe it’s actually true.
this goes out to anyone, male or female, who carries nostalgia about growing up. just remember, you are always enough.<3
Written by
Lyndsay Pryor
550
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