23 is grown now. 
It’s out of school but
young still.
Knowing nothing
but knowing more. 

Still all the things I was before
but not as much
and maybe more. 

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I am 19 to a stranger,
12 at heart
and I’m figuring out how not to hide my face for the shame of everything I’m not. 
Not on the right path, not making enough, not doing enough, not fun enough, not grown enough. 
All pressures from the world that cannot hold up to the great, great Love that is building me up
from some place inside,
growing up.