Growing Up

So that’s the way it is.
Take my blood,
I’m happy to give,
in the festive colour.
Smear and smudge it.
Paint your feelings with it.
I don’t care anymore.
I don’t need the questions.
I don’t want the answers.
I never understand them anyway.

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