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2016

A decade passes, a new year emerges
Instagram is flooded with pictures of 2016.
I pulled up photos, and noticed there werent many.
In the few there were she looked hopeful, ignorant to what was to come.

Looking back at that young woman I wish I could tell her to run away.
Id urge her to understand she is not too much to love
That this was not the end of her road
The brown hair dye needed to stay red
And that it was okay to leave when it was time.

Id implore her to know her past is never to be used as a weapon
That insecurity is not an excuse to betray someone.
Maybe help her find a hobby, one outside of the house

Most of all when that woman looks back through the screen
I want to hold her, and let her know everything will be okay.
One day things will change
And a decade later
You will soar.