Growing Up

January 8, 2015

Looking up at the sky, thinking the world is so big

Eyes wide, heart big

Never been hurt

Growing up, so many questions

Am I good enough?

Am I happy?

Growng up, I know that the happiest place to be

Is in my Own Skin

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