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24 years

I've stood with my hands out

By Jillian A. WeissPublished 3 years ago 1 min read
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My hands turned outward and my soul walking towards things unseen. 24 years the earth has stood beneath my feet. So young, yet inside so old. My mind is my sanctum and my enemy. One glance is all it takes to see everything. I'm not better than you, only different. I can't be molded, I can't be shaped. I strive to make the world a better place.

However, the world is filled with imperfection and deception. We are only here for a little while. Some walk in the light and are blinded by it. Others stand in the dark waiting for the time where their deeds will be exposed. Who are you? And who am I?

I'll tell you one thing, before I end this ryhme, I will keep my hands out until the day I die.

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About the Creator

Jillian A. Weiss

I'm 24 years old looking to put myself out there as a writer and make my voice heard. I write poetry and fiction. I may branch out into other genres too. If you like my work please leave a tip!

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