young and able, wild and free
my bones do not creak in the wind.
i am foolish, that's what they say
foolish to believe your broken words
but you were young once too.
i am alone and they never fail to notice
alone, yes, but never too lonely
the cup was half-full when we met.
i am what i tell myself
joyful today, envious tomorrow
and in this moment, just a girl caught in-between.
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