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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