A mosaic of years of my life strung together
I’ve loved and lost
I’ve cried and pleaded
Learned and processed
Left and been left
Maybe it’s just hard being young
I kissed a boy, I loved a girl
I kept my heartbreaks quiet
Knowing I’m loved for who I am
Knowing most wouldn’t even blink
I’ve grown from that hesitation now
Let them think what they think
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