It’s me twelfth birthday.
Twelve seems no different
Than ten, eleven, or earlier.
The younger versions of me
Haven’t gone away.
They merely Cling to me
Like the last remaining
Droplets of liquid
After a container has
Been emptied.
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What a great simile!
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IT’s kind of based on my life too
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