And this is why the culmination must be ragged. Ragged like the edges where you tore away the unwanted with your teeth. There will never be home the way there once was, and it shows on you. One might pity call it- wanderlust. But you know it’s just an inability to stand still. You’re still the child that jumped in every puddle. She’ll leave you with that. She’ll leave you your frog rain boots. She’ll leave you your love for sidewalk leaves. She’ll leave you with a comfort only growing up loved could bring. All this and in the end, it must be ragged. You never liked the straight and narrow after all. So maybe ragged suits you.
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