Grounded

The late nights being sad and anxious and restless

weren't necessarily things that I missed over the years,

but I miss my favorite music at the time,

and seeing my favorite teachers,

and hugging my baby sister every day.

The things that made breathing worth it.

This poem is about: 
Me

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