sixteen

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I am sixteen

and I am

dumb.


Because I let my gut

take the

wheel,

and strap my brain

in the backseat.


Because I believe

in success

and I believe

in amusement.

And I believe the two

are not

mutually exclusive.


Because I am left.

And because

I left

my doubts behind.


Because I think

I've figured out

"unconditionality",

but don't even understand

basic algebra.


Because my smile,

is shattered

and stitched,

but still brighter than

your flickering desk lamp

at 2 a.m.


Because I

smell colors

and I see feelings

and I feel scents

and I laugh.


Unapologetically. 

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