growing-up; or, the funeral thereof

it might be nice to turn back time 
undo what i have 
wronged 
and just the chance 
for a second chance 
is all i've ever dreamed of 
since i looked at photos 
of the girl i used to be 
the girl that's dead 
the girl i killed 
the girl who haunts me and 
i don't know what she thinks 
i've become 
i don't know 
why she's still
here. 
 

yejunee

FL

18 years old

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