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First time riding a bike
Training wheels off
Imagined the dirt that I was gonna bite
I begged my mom- please don't let go
My body screaming, terrified
Same voice that's creeping
In the back of my mind
Seeking excuses,
Grasping at reasons to not try
Even the things that I like
I only just have to look back
My mom is now five feet behind
And into the distance, I ride

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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