18, a number I held so dearly
To my heart.
A date I couldn't wait for
A day of celebration
But, as time went by
I started to loathe
this number,
This time,
This date.
It became so stressful.
I wanted it to just pass by.
The smile this number once gave me,
Was gone.
But now, it's a new year.
18 means so much more to me
God, I can't explain how
this number,
This time,
This date, makes me feel.
The smile this number once gave me,
Is back.
And I can't express
How fucking thankful I am for that.
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