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Proud


I realized I was grown

When I no longer prayed.

I figured out, that I

Didn’t need God's hand and

That I didn’t have to

Impress people that aren’t

Me. I figured out that

I only needed to

Appreciate me.

 

I realized I was grown

The moment I knew that

I only needed me

To make myself happy.

I found out that I just

Needed to make me proud.

 

I realized I was grown

When I knew no one else

deserves to revel in

my hard work other than

me. My hard work isn’t

for anyone but me.

 
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