Poetry Slam: Glow-Up
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When I was young I learned to apologize
Little did I know, it would be my demise
I started out using it for when I had done wrong
Then "I'm sorry" began flowing like a song
Whenever conflict seemed to come my way
When I was young I used to look up to
many things; clouds, the stars, and up at you.
You towered over me when I was small,
but now we’re even. After all I
