-I can smell grass beneath me.
Its smell reminds me of home
and forces me to think
of all the ways ive grown
-Im no longer that silly girl
who left more then three years ago
Ive learned to be myself
and not to fear what is unknown.
-Even so, I miss who i was,
though I love who I am.
Do I have to choose
between whats now and then??
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I was thinking and came up with this poem..
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