One day you wake up
And you're 22
And you start to realize
How people forget their age.
It's not hard to remember
That you're 22
Or 46,
But at some point,
The birthdays stop being special
And then the age is forgotten.
I still feel like I'm 20,
Because that's the last birthday
That really seemed to matter07/30/24
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[ p o e t r y 2]
PoetryVolume II of my life's poetry work As with my first volume, these poems contain snippets of my life and my strongest emotions. Here I have opened my soul up to be read.