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Growing Up


What to feel, what to feel about growing up Don’t have a mother’s remedy for this kind of sickness What to do when you fall but to get up by yourself How to build a bed of stick and stones without breaking your own bones How do you fill this empty plate when you crave a family dinner Going to find a bedtime story just to pick up your diary of sad tales What to do when paper becomes your worth and your words mean nothing I want you to take me away where growing means to find home
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