Remember Growing Up


Went Down 

We Don't Grow 

We Sit in Dirt

And Find Our Way Up 

Through The Stomach That Was Home 

Into The World That Is Only Ours

I am afraid of growing too old 

I am afraid of sunlight

I felt uneven crests 

I make livings

I don't 



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