about the baseball player I thought was cute. I stayed inside of the lines in fear of being the grain of sand in a cup of saltwater. I hid myself so deep in the rotting old kindergarten art closet that I lost all of my paint and forgot what it was like to feel the watercolor surging through my veins. I wanted to learn how to be translucent like when the sun reflects rain droplets to create the colorful sky bridge. IV. Now, at 20 years old, I feel 5 again.
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