cold air (a poem)
i forget sometimes how young i am
how much time i have
how i can change my mind
and change it again
the last six months have knocked the wind out of me
trying to change myself over and over again
why am i doing this?
finally
in the beginning of january
i found myself
giggling
in the cold air
and i smiled
cold air (a poem)
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