Age 2- a happy time.
i remember nothing of age 2.
faint blurs perhaps.
i recall smiling.
Age 5- a curious time.
i remember lies at age 5.
but also jokes.
i recall laughing.
Age 10- a bloody time.
i remember imperfections at age 10.
cutting myself emotionally.
i recall crying.
i don't know what lays ahead...
who, why or where
but i know how to get there.
Alive.
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