Dear younger self

Dear younger self

I have been dying to tell you…

Your seat may feel empty
You lived your life in a box
You feel at times small as a peanut
Green trees make you feel calm
You hate the sound of an alarm clock
Your mind is full of cotton
Your life feels like a video game.
Your lips are the envelope of the secrets you keep.

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