Rules
I used to think rules
Were meant to be broken
When I was a teenage
And simple girl.
Then one day, I thought
Rules were meant to be bent
When I a bigger girl
And I bent some.
One day, I had a chance
To break a rule
While driving faster on a freeway.
But the cop caught me.
One day, I realized
I thought rules
Should be sometimes
Changed, sometimes bent and sometimes ignored.
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