Jan 2023

The one I know today knows nothing of the girl she was
She knows nothing of the woman she will become 
She lives her life in blocks of regret and numbness 
Any happiness qualified by the immaturity that preceded 
She craves the approval of the past and dreads the future 
What will her disposition look like then? 
There is only one assurance she can lean on 
That she will contain multitudes of the entities she was

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