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Children are... rather innocent creatures Or at least, I, in my protected, childhood of fairy tales Princesses and superheroes and talking frogs Was My third grade diary when asked to name something precious -Family Unlike toys unbreaking Keeps you happy and safe Rather, precocious I was at that but still too much -Naive As I still am, of course See, the thing about adolescence Is Hormones raging, from crushes to bullying to acting out The time when we               Think We're out of the                     Naive                   Quite dangerous, really Since, we're really Not A whole butload of                          "adult"                                stuff I'll probably Be subject to and May have been earlier if not for My reclusive tenancies and lazy ways and protected life I say it, In a careless manner Trying to look cool, even in poetry But, like, it's going to happen I'm going to come face to face Have to make a choice And it's nothing to be intimidated about I tell myself Still, Truly a question to consider, I'm assuming, one day I'll mature And when that day comes... Will I still be the little girl With the two bouncing pigtails Scrunched up face Pencil too tight grip Recreating Oval eyes, smiley lips, long hair My nth drawing of a girl? Mind uncluttered with what could be          what should be          what would be Only, what is And what I want Hmm... But as the clock strikes twelve another day has gone by and it's well past time for me to go to bed Another year, past More time gone by More memories to reminisce about But... Also more to look forward to
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Dec 10, 2018
Dec 10, 2018 at 12:11 AM UTC
On New Year's
Children are... rather innocent creatures Or at least, I, in my protected, childhood of fairy tales Princesses and superheroes and talking frogs Was My third grade diary when asked to name something precious -Family Unlike toys unbreaking Keeps you happy and safe Rather, precocious I was at that but still too much -Naive As I still am, of course See, the thing about adolescence Is Hormones raging, from crushes to bullying to acting out The time when we               Think We're out of the                     Naive                   Quite dangerous, really Since, we're really Not A whole butload of                          "adult"                                stuff I'll probably Be subject to and May have been earlier if not for My reclusive tenancies and lazy ways and protected life I say it, In a careless manner Trying to look cool, even in poetry But, like, it's going to happen I'm going to come face to face Have to make a choice And it's nothing to be intimidated about I tell myself Still, Truly a question to consider, I'm assuming, one day I'll mature And when that day comes... Will I still be the little girl With the two bouncing pigtails Scrunched up face Pencil too tight grip Recreating Oval eyes, smiley lips, long hair My nth drawing of a girl? Mind uncluttered with what could be          what should be          what would be Only, what is And what I want Hmm... But as the clock strikes twelve another day has gone by and it's well past time for me to go to bed Another year, past More time gone by More memories to reminisce about But... Also more to look forward to
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Dec 10, 2018
Dec 10, 2018 at 12:11 AM UTC
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