I Grew Up
I Grew Up
Not in a way I wanted to
They say your body is a temple
You decied who you let in
I did not to have that choice
I was vandalized
I was hurt and filled with angry
I can never look at my school the same
All I have is hurt and angry for the hallway where it happen
I grew up that day
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