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While we are little we are told we can grow up to be whatever we want.

As we grow older we start to discover new things.

Plants, powder & rocks.

Some fall into depression while others follow their dreams.

We start to realize this isn't what it seems.

Rushing to be a grown up thinking it is all fun & games

Only to realize it is really ******* lame.

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