Grow Up, They Said, It'll Be Fun, They Said



Come back,



You're the tide during a summer storm,

Crashing in and out of my life.

Slowly pulling out, ever the controlling recluse, taking grains of sand with you,

Then finally, violently, surging in to mess everything up.


Take me or leave me, 

Out of everyone, you'd think family wouldn't pick the latter.



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