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May 2013
It can be the best of times and the worst of times.
You have thirteen years to prove to everyone that you can do it.
You try and try your hardest to make sure you don't quit.
When you think back to the beginning you can't help but to tear up,
Thinking about how much you have grown up.
You meet a lot of new people along the way, it's like a water fall.
So beautiful and so peaceful.
Yet so ugly and horrifying.
Scared out of your mind, you feel like you are blind.
Afraid to be on your own.
Afraid to be out in the grown up world alone.
Happy you made it all this way by yourself.
A beautiful soul becoming a flower.
Barbara Johnson
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Barbara Johnson
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