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Jan 5
growing up is realizing all of the moments you weren't acting anything comparable to grown
up from the ashes of your youth
the innocence remains in the form
of more sugar than spice
an elixir, no fountain can change
the way my smile lines begin
to crack like the valley once home
no empty nest syndrome
only learning how to fly before you fall
growing up is realizing all of the times you hadn’t
been taught how to be grown at all
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sorrowcherry  32/F
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