Grown-Up
I would like to begin again, to start anew,
not by aiming for the many, but only the few.
I thought what I did could make me grow,
but that dream is gone, and now I have to go.
Because this time, my goal is very clear,
to find things and people I can hold dear.
Because this time, the people are what matter,
so that their world can glow as well.
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