I won’t miss the way my legs chafe, the way shorts ride up until I discreetly tugged them down.
I won’t miss feeling like a wallflower.
I won’t miss watching people move, and act, and sing, and dance and wishing, oh wishing, I felt that free.
I won’t miss sealing my hopes and dreams into an envelope and mailing it to the future. Sometimes I fear that
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