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Reach out                                                                                                                            And grab the sun                                                                                                  
and here I sit, rehearsed some times before tears fall on cue, you brush my hair away no one is perfect time again you'd say i didn't know you meant you wern't too sometimes I'd fight sometimes I didnt try
Growth comes with questions. Questions follow with answers; however, not all questions are meant to be answered. "Did this always taste this good?" Yes, it did. I grew.
Twenty-one years old throwing my life away. Roaming the streets with friends: Running, but staying in place.  Where do I go from here? They smell nothing but fear,  and because of that,
Young and unaware no feelings of despair The world is so simple face full of pimples Not a care in the world life was so simple When I only had to worry about a pimple  
When you’re young, it seems limitless Floating around, no care in the world You just clean up if there’s a mess Lesson learned, no punishment served   As you grow, it keeps changing
I wore ruffle socks everyday They were always inside out My mom was filled with dismay I said they'll stay inside out. Now I wear regular socks They are no longer laced with ruffles
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