Timeless

When I was young
I laughed from my belly
Cycled till my legs were sore
And rambled on with my curious questions

When I was young
I met some people
I tried to fit in
I tried to be a different me

When I was old
I realised I’m not like them
So I cried and hurt myself
Till I felt no more

When I was old
I met some people
I did fit in
I started to learn what it’s like to really be me

Now I’m timeless, I still hurt but I also laugh from my belly.

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