I know
I was
seven
just a kid
her rollerskates,
scabbed knees,
stories
she made up
in her head,
and
the
whole
world
ahead
of
her
I think
I was
eleven
I don't really
remember
the girl who
hurt
so much
she felt like
she
carried
the
whole
world
on
her
back
somehow
I'm
fourteen
I am not
either of
these girls now
but they were,
are
still me because
they affect
how
I
see
the
whole
world
now
there are seven years
between the little kid
and the teenager
then there's the girl in between
October 2023
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𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐲 𝐒𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐲 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬
Poetry𝙄𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝... 𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴
