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Perspective: Little Young Me

Quiet shake inside those strong bones, love.

You're freezing cold in such a warm heart.

Isn't it amazing that a giant can choose to shrink?

Quiet song inside that strong voice, love.

You were shrinking small in such a tall crown.

But growing up doesn't just mean getting big.

It means bursting out of those stitches that someone sewed on your mouth to shut you. It means stretching into realities those filters tried to shield from you. It means looking into that portal of a thing, seeing your face, into your eyes, don your crown, shining bright and saying, this is me true, and it's much easier just to be best.


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