Eleven.

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I can point to the very first time
I felt alone in a crowd.

I was eleven.
It was summertime and
My thoughts tasted sour,
And I remember being confused
Because before then
They had always been sweet.

It was like dipping my toe
Into a pool of sadness,
Oblivious to the fact
That i would soon be submerged.

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