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Jun 2019
the perfect pace
is fast enough to grow
but slow enough to reflect
on the growing i didn’t
know i needed.
looking back
on the times i once
thought
didn’t affect me,
now i know,
that the perfect place
allows me to move
at the pace i needed;
push me further,
and reel me in
when i get too ahead
of myself.
Written by
elm  21/Genderqueer
(21/Genderqueer)   
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     elijah molina and yellowsouls
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