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What Growing Up Really Means
11/2/12
Silently I stand in the park,
Trying to leave the memories of childhood where they belong.
Not to me anymore, so happy and full of light.
Not ready for the adolescent apocalypse.
Silently I stand in the park,
Trying to leave the memories of childhood where they belong.
Not to me anymore, so happy and full of light.
Not ready for the adolescent apocalypse.
Published 7th Jan 2013
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7th Jan 2013 3:12am
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8th Jan 2013 1:20am
This says so much in so few words and very memorable. Nice write indeed
