birthdayA Poem by christina
today is your birthday.
18 came, and went, and you are still a year younger.
it's strange, sometimes i forget to think of you. I no longer wish for you on eyelashes and dandelions or look for you in crowded hallways. i am not the same sixteen year old girl i was 10 months ago. but if she were here today, she would miss you just the same. © 2018 christinaReviews
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