Poetry Slam: Glow-Up

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When I was young I learned to apologize  Little did I know, it would be my demise I started out using it for when I had done wrong Then "I'm sorry" began flowing like a song Whenever conflict seemed to come my way
When I was young I used to look up to many things; clouds, the stars, and up at you.   You towered over me when I was small, but now we’re even. After all I  
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