Dear Mister Badass

I remember you. 
You were two years old. 
I remember you. 
You were following your big sisters to the pool. 
I remember you. 
Tears’ flushed from your eyes. 
You were just a child. 
You were afraid to be alone. 
One of your sisters’ ran to your aid. 
She calmed you down. 
You've changed. 
Now you are all grown up. 
You don't act too civilized. 
Yeah;
That’s right!
I remember you...

2015
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