Slipping slowly
I don’t know when I first felt my childhood slipping slowly
It was somewhere in the dark
Maybe on a slushy snowy night that made me cry
I’m tired of saying goodbye
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He agreed
It might have been some other day
When my paintings taunted me alone
Or when I first realized I’d one day be all on my own
With nothing but my colors and a world that didn’t want me
They don’t care about you
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I agreed
It could have been much sooner though
When the bus drove far away
And I didn’t know why
When my lukewarm bath provided no solace
And my mother began to cry
I miss him
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She agreed
It was somewhere in the snow or paint or bus
That took small pieces out of me
and scattered them like dust
I’m not that little girl
She’s gone and lost now
floating in the wind
Off to places you’ve never been
in her now grows a new sort of being
One that’s strong and smart and bold
She believes in the all alone
And will make the world one day want her
You can do it
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I seem to agree
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