The First Word

I find it terifying, change.

Would anyone truly deny that?


The unknown. To suddenly find altered, the

Tone of your very reality,

Of eveything that has shaped who you are.

The memories that you have, the

Stories you have heard are familiar, they have prepared you,

Of this I am sure. Then why are we scared?

The changes we make, everyday, will eventually change the







*Author's note: to answer the question of what I would change read the first word of every line.*


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