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Twelve years, eleven months, and twenty seven days.

She only had twelve years, eleven months, and twenty seven days:

Of running through life wearing rose colored glasses glued to her face, 

When I was six I longed to be twenty five

My mother had all these rules

All I wanted was to leave my home

To live on my own

To stay up late

My friends are all getting old 

Getting their permit 

License 

Their own car 

Getting boyfriends, girlfriends 

Friendship,

Friendship is a wonderful, beautiful, amazingly quirky thing.

It’s meeting for the first time at a random place with no expectation of getting to know anyone, until comes a simple, “Hello.”

I did not know kindness isn't always loud, 
not the grand gestures, not the 
throw-the-coat-over-a-puddle, 
because sometimes 
it is simply someone sitting on the ground 

It's not all the grownups, 

But it's too many. 

Nothing is how it should be.  

The world is heating.  

The government collapsing. 

Yet we, 

We are only overreacting.