Eighteen [in progress, but please look at it]
 

I decided to write a poem about me turning 18, but since I'm not there yet, I'm going to wait until a month before, two weeks before, one week before, and the day of my 18th birthday until I write the rest of the poem. What do you think so far though? I might also add in a month after my birthday, too, to give closure.

One year...
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Oh, my gosh!
It's almost here!
I can't believe,
Just one more year!

Six months...
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Half way there!
I'm ready for this!
The day will soon be here,
When they'll respect and say "miss".

Three months...
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Holy ****.
I'm not ready anymore.
I don't want it to arrive.
I wanna read child lore.