Three Years Ago
By Ashley O’Hare
Three years ago
life was not this cold.
I was dreaming of who I would be
when I grow old.
Fast forward to now,
I am still learning how
to fit into the crowd
and find myself.
Those old dreams
were forgotten in my locker
with my logic and reasoning.
I’m sorry to the girl I was;
to the sweet planner
who had checklists of every possible plan.
She just couldn’t survive the flood
of stress that life had to give her.
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