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All your actions were smooth rocks at the river bank. They didn’t hurt but left a mark of once upon a pain. Took place inside my flesh and froze up my bones, left me too exposed even to expose my ownself. But you’ve got me wondering. Why I always think positive?
Thoughts of a matured person poses me young and never gave me the chance to be the kid playing at the basement. The kid with the motor mouth you should worry about. But now all you worry about is my happiness at my teenage.
Your wise words wounded my brains. Twisted my childhood knowledge with those building words felt like a grown up at my young age. And never enjoyed being a naughty kid yelled at. You always kept me away from my friends who enjoyed heat and run.
Tease for fun but never loved their peers. You changed my rocky heart into a fine silt that can flow with sweetness of life’s scent and direct me to a right path to take, so I appreciate your concerns upon my future. But you’ve got me wondering
Why am I a genius today?