Sometimes I am the four-year-old me who called to the easter egg like it was a dog. "Here, Easter Egg..."

Sometimes, I'm 15, and I find myself pretending to be happy because I don't know what else to do.

Sometimes, I am 12 years old, and I can't figure out why that boy broke up with me. Other times, I'm twelve and a half, and I realise he's an annoying junior high boy anyway.

Sometimes, I am three, and I like to play school, but I cry when mom drops me off.

Sometimes, I am very very old, and other times, I might be dead.

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