not anymore
when times were simple
playing in the yard with your sister
turns into long car rides at night
your friend group dwindles
as you grow into your teenage years
because no one really undeerstands you
soon boys don't have cooties anymore
and your heart is being broken
but you only get stronger and as your mom comforts you
you realize as you are preparing for college
that this is real life, your mom is crying
your sister is going to miss you while you're away
and you need them too
but you've
grown up.
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