Growing Up

Growing up. It’s a task to be reckoned with.

As a young child, I went through a very traumatic experience.

As I got a little older, I wanted people to feel sorry for me because of what I went through.

This caused me to lose friends, people who were close to me.

But as I matured, I realized I didn't need people to feel sorry for me. 

I use that experience to help others who have been through the same thing.

This poem is about: 
Me

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