Kids Don’t Get It

I was twelve, I didn’t know that it hurt

too much shock, confusion,

no one understood,

as much as I retold the story,

oh, there were the hugs, the sorry,

but then at twelve it was time to play again,

if it didn’t happen to you,

it

didn’t

happen

to anyone.

I was twelve.

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