Growing Up, Getting Older

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Life is like a river,

Twisting, turning, changing course,

Taking many different paths, but ending at the same place.

 

We get older.

We lose touch with those we know,

and form bonds with those we've never met.

 

Look back,

see what you have done, and what you have yet to do.

Find the courage to take the final step, and you will discover a world of possibility.

 
 

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