Growth
Once a little seedling,
soon with some nurturing
and some love,
self love and love from others,
I grew into a bud
Now growing in my knowlege,
little sprouts of leaves appear,
bright green now
and little flowers,
blossoming into a sweet fruit
I will continue to grow,
And become who I want to become
with just some more love and confidence,
I know I will get there
Yes, yes I do
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