My Sisters

So this is it, huh? Every morning I repeat the same old tired routine.But there's supposed to be more for me, I know there is.Your 20's isn't your regular old 20's anymore.I remember being a kid when my sisters were in their early 20'sI thought they were so big and lived exciting lives.They looked like nothing could slow them down, not the world, not themselvesNO ONE.  Yet, here I am, 22... trying to fly. I want to ask them how'd they make life look so wonderful. Because right now I could fill a whole room with my thoughts if anyone ever knew. 


This poem is about: 
My family


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