Growing Up

Sun, 04/14/2019 - 22:07 -- joely

Life used to feel like a game.

Fun.

Endless.

Magical.

But the more you learn, the more freedom you receive.

Open.

Endless.

Terrifying.

As the world gets bigger and bigger, you get smaller and smaller until you disappear.

Gone.

Endless.

Complete.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
Our world

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