Turning 18
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I sit on the eve of adulthood
Having seen and done things
That would have made 5 year old me
Thoroughly uninterested.
I have witnessed the beauty of loss
The same sterility and cruel coldness
Does life change,
Will I feel different,
Are the colors still the same,
And the world still go 'round.
Small changes come between each birthday,
