you were a child,
so foolish and small,
throwing tantrums in silence
you've always been too much
and after eighteen winters you now age backwards,
with every birthday,
with every smell,
every fight
and every touch.
Nov 21, 2023
Nov 21, 2023 at 12:24 PM UTC
you were a child,
so foolish and small,
throwing tantrums in silence
you've always been too much
and after eighteen winters you now age backwards,
with every birthday,
with every smell,
every fight
and every touch.
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