'experience'
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growing was slow, then sudden
like tectonic plates drawing near,
then clicking together,
leaving a trail of collapsed buildings in its wake-
I’m sitting in my car
Steering wheel in my sight
My car is parked
I’m waiting for my sister to come outside
It’s weird that I’m the driver
That I’m even old enough to drive
When I was younger
I was afraid of growing up
I didn’t like the thought of
Getting wrinkles,
Sunspots,
Grey Hair;
When I was younger
I was afraid of growing up
I didn’t like the thought of
Getting wrinkles,
Sunspots,
Grey Hair;
