Growing Pains

It was dark,

Then I saw light for the first time.

I cried, therefore

I was alive.

After those early cries came pure bliss,

A childhood that I can only describe as 'happy'.

'Happy' was only temporary.

Growing pains began.

Life began.

I fell

I fell

I fell

I haven't been able to get up since.

I am no longer a kid, and

Life is no longer a bliss.



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