Stupidly I walk in your footsteps.  

The rain pours in hopes that I will stop.

Truly I want us to grow, leave and let go.

Physically I have grown, mentally , emotionally  she claims her age.

I repeat my sentence.’’ women you don’t know.’’ Ow she claims am put of the pound.

Classify me as you please.

 I have reached your expectation it seems.

Let not your eye be the judge of me.

 

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