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Problems


When I was very young 

my problems were things

like what crayon to go with  

And what I could get 

for my birthday that year 

As I grew so did my problems 

Now it was about passing that test

or which boy liked me the best 

Still, I continued to grow 

and so did my problems 

It became about things 

like what college to go to 

and what I could get 

for my financial aid that year 

I'm growing not grown 

And my problems will with me 

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