A love letter to the younger me

I want to hug the younger me.

Grab her hand and tell her that it works out.

That life is happening right now.

That she doesn’t have to run from new beginnings.

I wish I could experience her personality

I see her with a smile and braids

The little girl she was

Is it helpful to talk to them like they are adults?

I thought this made me “good at what I do”

Is it more kind to allow them to be children?

Not burden them with seeing life so…clearly

Overexposed. Absorbing as real life.

Is that what happened to me?

Was any of my life my own?

Did I create this or is it a compilation

Of tumblr posts and online chat rooms

The anxieties of those before me

I never imagined my future.

Did I live in survival mode

I don’t think completing tasks until

The end justifies as much

But I still can’t visualize it

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