Growing up…you lose a little innocence.

Try as I can, the memories we have don’t make any sense.

Because I hate you…

And I love you…

Sometimes I don’t feel anything towards you at all.

Nothing at all.

There you are…

Standing so tall.

And I can’t find the strength to keep up appearances,

Whenever trauma has to call.

Close my eyes and count to ten.

Where I’m going….is not where I’ve always been.

Posted by:Lauren Kim

🦋 I write my own stories, breathing in life & love by my heart's endless daydreams.

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