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I miss 13

There was a moment of overwhelming hope
Running from one place to the next
No one knows my name or my past
In a town not too far away from my origin
New girl walking through the halls
With a fear of meeting people with such newness
I was a mosaic with old and fresh fractures
Full of colors they had never seen before
I wish I was 13... Back when my family loved each other
We were all a Russian olive tree grove;
All our thorns intertwined so tightly it hurt
Yeah, I wish I was 13 just for a day
To see them all again just for awhile
And drown in that fountain of hope


Written by BlueBeastGirl (Beasty)
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Author's Note
I, of course, would be horrified to be 13 again. But to have that overwhelming sense of a new start? Id bottle that shit up
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