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\n who would've thought that I'd make it to 22
that my fire never extinguished after all those years of rain
my seven-year-old self would be glad to see she was preserved
who would've thought that the one I dreamed about for six years
now sleeps in my bed at night, and calls me his wife
my 11-year-old-self would never believe it
who would've thought that, somewhere along the line,
I made friends who care for me and I them
my 13-year-old self would be relieved
who would've thought that my heart became soft again
and I learned to let myself cry, and feel
my 15-year-old self might just smile
who would've thought that I made it out of my hometown,
traveled the world on my own, and decided to come back
my 18-year-old self would be astounded
who would've thought that I became a teacher
and I don't fear my calling anymore
my 19-year-old self would laugh in disbelief
who would've thought that, despite all the years of isolation,
dissociation, fear, and heartache, I emerged still me
who would've thought?
not me
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\n maybe time does heal old wounds\n
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