Well Loved

I find it difficult to get rid of shirts that I wore when I was thirteen.

Since I know how much I used to love them.

I sense she would feel betrayed if she saw it 

Hanging on a rack at the thrift store.

Perhaps the reason it’s so hard for me to get rid of them 

Is because I don’t want to hurt her anymore than I already have.

Or is it because I am grieving the loss of my childhood?

Since I find myself holding onto anything that is left of the little girl I once was.



17 years old

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