Dear younger me,So much is going to change.Try not to take this time for granted,Being older can feel so strange.Those times you wished for freedom,Because high school felt like a jail,Or you thought you looked so fat then,And obsessed with that stupid scale.Believe me, it’s unimportant,And it all works out just fine.You’ll see more clearlyContinue reading “Younger Me”
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Poetry by Carolyn Cantrell Snowden 