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Aug 2018
I know not to wait.

In the coach house with nothing but a night light on

I know not to wait.

I wonder what the rest of it all will bring
Disappearing into shades of pink and green
I'm not sure what to do with my hair next
I'm not sure what to do with me next.

I got new ink on my arm
I have to cover it all up for a job tomorrow

I know not to wait.

The strong feeling of knowing
I'll have to take up a pen and really write
And I think, who do I think I even am
Eyes on me
Eyes on me
Maybe I am just that lost little girl
A friend of mine described.

My parents aren't together anymore
The cold clattering of papers
Contracts signed, pens inking away tears of love
When they were my age
When they thought forever was forever.

I fear love and I fear change
Even though I'm the queen of both.
OnwardFlame
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OnwardFlame  Los Angeles, CA
(Los Angeles, CA)   
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