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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
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
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