'19' Last Days Of Being a Teenager |Memoir

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Going through it,
Still showing up and delivering

My hands still do the work,
My face stoic despite having a tornado of emotional angst behind it,

No one cares to ask if you are good,
Not like I do the same for them anyway,
And the people who often do,
I have cut them off,
Like tags from a new cloth.

Even if I'm asked,
I never want to talk about it,
Except with you.