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Writer's picture: Gabriela PritomanovaGabriela Pritomanova

Updated: Jan 8, 2024

My heart aches for my younger self

So much fire, not much sense

A tiny crumb on the continental shelf

I couldn't remember a time I wasn't tense


So wild but I was never free

Your eyes kept me prisoner

For you control was key

God, sometimes I wish it was simpler


It shouldn't be so hard

But then why was it so sweet

Locked up in the dark

But I felt so at ease


It's so messed up

That you just did that to me

Even from the first time we met

I could no longer see






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