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We are just growing up, that’s all.

As she tries to recall,

She stares into the mirror and sees,

A person at unease.

She wonders how she became like this,

having trouble finding true bliss.

Answers are what she searchers for,

I’ll never change, she swore.

The answer given seems too banal,

We are growing up, that’s all.

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