Posted by: Shara | April 3, 2013

16

I don’t remember what it’s like

to be 16

anymore.

I thought I did. I thought that

memories 

stayed the same.

But experience has changed me,

changed my memories,

and given me a taste for caution,

consequence,

and fear of pain.

I look back 

at 16

and wonder why I acted certain ways,

justify choices,

and try not to think about deep, dark

secrets.

Why did 

16

have to become tainted

by adulthood?

I wish I remembered

16.

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