My Year
I stop. The blade freezes.
Change, there is so much
That has changed.
Adulthood is near,
I don´t find joy in stupid things,
I have grown.
Physically, mentally,
but my emotional growth lacks.
I sit back,
I breathe,
and drop everything.
So much has changed,
maybe that can too.
This poem is about:
Me
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