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I am growing up in a world full of problems.

A world that I am told I will have to fix.

Why do I have to fix problems that I didn't start?

Dear World,

I am teenager. I am on the cusp of life, a time when my entire life is ahead of me yet I am beginning to feel as if some parts of it are behind me. 

I should have told you, 

“I like you”. 

Just a little earlier. 

I planned every word, 

In my head and outloud. 

I wrote down your name in my books margins, 

Snow does something magical, I think;

Creating a blank skate, can I start over now?

It fuels first loves, the paths criss crossing in a storm, a blizzard that lingers in the memories.

We were rising.

Like twin flames,

Dancing in the darkness,

Spreading warmth to the stars.

In my mind,

You were a star,

Radiating your astronomical light onto me.

We are a group of people mostly under the age of 18 that according to the government might as well not exist.

We are underestimated by grown-ups

Because we have not been through all of school.