'family' 'self' 'reflection' 'change' 'year' 'old' 'new
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As I was twelve years old There were issues between my parents everywhere we’d go Growing apart after every word said Until the end of the marriage when the relationship went dead
growth: forced, quick, and sudden. The first born; I am made to showcase possibility, hope, and opportunity.
She wants to be a vet, a chef, for all we know, a princess, But we see her growing up in this mess. The life we call a system for kids that go where they are mistreated,
Get out of the path of the king! The galactic siren sounds, and wails off the walls and down the hall. It is his gentrification, his royalty, his vehemence Pounding his fists like a verocious animal
Night it's to be a time of rest and restart yet all I know is how it tears apart a family a love a being it was night that a young girl had her heart shattered
2016 sucked. It started bad, got worse, and ended on an all time low. Not for sympathy or epathy but just so you know, not only has my mental health declined but my motivation has flatlined.
I remember when I was younger. I remember the cool breeze that greeted my face after a long day of running around in the summer heat. I remember my mother.
An emotion waved over me as I looked over my shoulder in the road ahead of me I saw a large boulder it was black and strange and practically unknown as I put one foot in front of the other grass had grown
She is happy, she is sad. She is excited, she is afraid. She is confident, she is scared. She is loved, she is alone.