Growing-Up and Not Knowing
Life can be gone in a blink
When she died physically, I died mentally
The hurt I took from that I pulled myself up
Fueled by that turned me into a strong person
Making her proud at all cost was the number one goal
Mentallity changed and I became an adult with out knowing
Started doing thing different, handling business that no one my age should
Mentally, Physically and Spirtually it changed me, even though I wasn't ready
Though her death hurt I'm doing things the way she would like me to do.
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