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Apr 2
Growing up means becoming an adult,
atleast this is what they say
but if being an adult means being like them,
I’m not sure I want it.

My heart aches at the thought,
my eyes brim with tears
my inner child begs me to not

and

sometimes
the only thing you need to do in a life
is to heal your inner child
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Written by
Julie  17/F/home
(17/F/home)   
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     rick, jules, Mary Huxley, Poetato and Liana
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