HOW I LOOKED AT EIGHTEEN
I saw you just the other day. I hid
so you wouldn’t see me, so you’d never
know the toll the years have taken on me.
Although each gray hair has a story to
tell and every wrinkle has certainly
been earned I never want you to know me
now. I want you to always remember
when I was young and beautiful and when
you were so proud to know me. I want you
to remember how I looked at eighteen.
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