Yesterday I sat on my porch,
laughing a little too loud.
My cat caught me slipping
onto a lucid cloud.
And when my feet were cold,
and my heart felt quite bold,
I wasn't sure I'd make it
until they told me I could just fake it.
Now a year has gone by
and I don't know how to feel-
I'd have never believed it,
if you told me it were real.
The time passes fast,
and my life is a draft-
hoping that next year I'll have learned from the past.
My identity forms,
as I make my mistakes.
My body has gone through a lot,
and for that,
my heart aches.
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