Adolescence
I am wiping every tear of my younger self in this reality
She cries near my window every night
I bring makeup wipes for her because her mascara always ran
I bring water for her because I know she's been chugging energy drinks to stay awake because of what's been happening at home
I bring our Nona's hugs because of what he was doing
I bring her boxing gloves because she's packed all of her stuff to leave home
I bring her love because her tears are the force of what moved mountains
for without her
I would have never found land on the other side of the thunderstorm
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