Don’t you get it though?
It’s not about you.

It’s about fear and perfection
firsts and infinity,
daddy hugs and consciousness,
little girls and pretty memories,
it’s about beauty and hope,
and holding on too tightly
—a storming-of-age story
that i’m not sure I can survive.

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