You are a stranger to me,
made up of complex choices and
feelings and
traveled paths I have not
yet walked on or
approached.
But I trust that you don't
have that many
ghosts of regret.
Do you still feel that
humming in your bones,
the ones that set your
mind on edge?
Do you still silence yourself
when you feel
the words would break you and
everything else?
I hope you don't.
And perhaps you'll
look in the mirror
tomorrow and
within fragments
of yourself
remember the
girl you used to
be.
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