a poem about reflection and regret.

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when i was six years old,

i’d always try to pull

a fast one over on

my mom.

see,

i didn’t want to go to bed

when it was supposed to be

my time to go to bed.

i wanted to stay awake

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writer | editor | poet | all things personal development ↠ alaynadoyal.com ♡

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writer | editor | poet | all things personal development ↠ alaynadoyal.com

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