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you've felt

the brambles and sweat, 

the curl of berry-stained lips.

you've seen

the cornflower sky stolen

by a red-orange river,

the evening still thick

with lightning bugs and laughter.

those who will come next 
should cherish the time they get
for the minutes move faster
closer to the end 

Scared

Nervous

Terrified.

We step

One

At

A

Time

Onto

The stage.

Chairs.

Stands.

Folders.

Music.

Piano music,

Starting.

And we enter.

I always wanted to be a better player but

I didn't really understand

How.

Two years of

Sort of almost having to

Lead

Being the only one who

Really cared enough

To do my best.

I want to grow up but I don’t.

but I do

but I don’t.

But lucky for me I don’t have to make that decision.

I’m forced to grow up whether I like it or not.

She’s little

Not even 8

But she has hope 

Hope that shines

Through her blue eyes

Hope that dances

Across her face

Just like how she

Dances in the rain

Listening to Taylor Swift