Growing up is like a
Growing up is like a busy city street.
The hustle and bustle, twisting and turning.
Small glimpes of conversation.
A glance into the lives of others.
But only for a second - you must keep moving.
Being pushed here and pulled there.
Stop. Go. Turn. Straight.
Constantly being pulled by the will of others,
before long it’s you controlling the next.
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