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1d
I think I'm growing up,
I don't need the same things a child does,

But I need love,
I need your love.

You give me air to breathe,
Warm arms to melt into,

You give me a reason to be,
Let's keep being.
Abbott J Hardison
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Abbott J Hardison  14/M/Rochester NY
(14/M/Rochester NY)   
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