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A baby. The burgeoning garden and the fading day, “You’ve gotten so big!”. A shadow stretched taught, the gradient moon, a falling leaf. How many times will I be born? And in whose arms will I be held?
The weight of your infinity is just too much to bare But tell me why when I see you I can’t help but stare Comfort, peace, and freedom all shine onto me If only life could be like this permanently  
I grew and grew quicker than the birds flew faster than the vines on the house  quiet like a mouse  arguments expanding my mind there was no room for family to be kind  I grew when you locked the room
A milky white substance Condensed into one area Grows on one place you hate the most Your face   Your perfect face Now riddled with acne Pimples covering  What used to be smooth  
Being the oldest of three gave me the unspoken job   To be their guardian angel and hold them when they sob  
Being the oldest of three gave me the unspoken job   To be their guardian angel and hold them when they sob  
Hopeless dreams filed a dreary headEvery morning greeted dreadleaving one meek and lowlydarkness growing ever slowlypeace and peril seem to sail closer everyday a sorry suckis hardly a husk of a lesser state all the while still persistent hoping f
Being a kid Living the dream, right? No bills, no responsibilities School and play and sleep, school and play and sleep Maybe for the priveleged few In this world, not everyone is so lucky.
Life is like a dream, a dream in which, you cannot hit pause. Life is like preasure, the kind that looms over your head. As a child you look up in to clouds,
My bed is big and soft and has too many pillows. My bed is where I think too much, cry too much, worry too much.   I think about the past.
The Odyssey.    I. Remember when we first walked the halls as freshmen Calm and cool and Collected?
Hello Germany! How do you do? My name is Sister B, And really I haven't a clue! From what I've heard, Your culture is great, But this is all kind of absurd! I'm only 19 for Pete's sake!  
I remember like yesterday, when I was small and helpless; today I hear people saying I'm so tall and selfless. Watching as my dearest friends are walking across a stage all dressed up;
You are done, you are through, And it is time that you move on. These thirteen years flew, And it feels that everyone is gone.   Friends come, friends go, And people change.
When do you grow up and what’s its result? Better question, what decides that you’re an adult? Some people say paying taxes, getting your license, finishing school… …drink at the bar, be in the jury, or finally move.
So ignorant and young To not know the truth of it all That things once pieced together Could fall apart Not easily mended Things would be broken unintended Wishful thinking will not solve anything
To grow is to adapt, To grow is to learn. To grow is to acknowledge self short comings, and forgive yourself for mistakes.  I look back at myself, insecure, bitter, unaccepting, and I must remember;
Growth comes with questions. Questions follow with answers; however, not all questions are meant to be answered. "Did this always taste this good?" Yes, it did. I grew.
Being young made for bliss, not even thinking what's behind the mist in my eyes, or even knowing there was such a thing.   I lived in the center of the room, everyone's eyes on me.
I am a seed sprouting in both infused unfertilized and fertilized soil No one can really fathom the highest potential that I could achieve Only after I, the seed, has proved to weather the storms and turmoil
  In Nantucket, she grew to love the buoyant seersucker she walked on, that carried her beyond the linens and grace. They were robed with sun, eating figs from every tree,
I was invited to a movie night out with my friends It was Friday, it would do none of us harm. This was our time to have fun and forget
I received great fortune the month of May As my high school career came to a close I had just celebrated my birthday My life was full of gumdrops and rainbows   And as the days grew short and the nights long
Young and unaware no feelings of despair The world is so simple face full of pimples Not a care in the world life was so simple When I only had to worry about a pimple  
The day I knew that      Yesterday was easier Than the day ahead
Tears couldn't stop the fireExplainations couldn't win the caseThe wise intution warned me about this...I was sent away  
Pieces of love  Like Water Grounded   then  Up  Roots  To soak  Up  More love  Pulling leaf over leaf  Up  To small caterpillar kisses 
  Perhaps, as a infant, we are all the same, Wriggling in linen as we are given a name, The same chubby smile that once graced our faces Looked upon all the same.   Such was my story, and then I was 5,
Thirteen years old Wind blowing through long blonde hair Cascading rivers down my back
What they don't tell you about growing up is that you sometimes have to do things alone.  Once you turn 18, it goes from "honey, how can I help?" to "Well, figure it out you're grown.".   
 Save Preview  Dear past, forgotten, former self: To believe that you are with me And I am in you is absorb For how could I ever be the girl you claim to be?   How could I have wished to be seen
He kissed me He took something A first of many Something I followed with a smile To mask my fear   I didn’t feel any different But I knew Something was different  
In my tiny bubble. It has a shape. i hated who i hated. i didn't get hate. The outside, that i couldn't feel. Was right there, and very real. i talked to them, and, to my surprise?
 A sheltered home, a loving family This is where I start Learning what’s right
Naive Trusting Ignorant   Pretending that the voice attacking me Was only the soft utters of a friend  
I’m in a pickle and I don’t know what to do.   I popped it, probably Without even realizing I was covered in thorns   in a bubble.
Night and day they repeated this process The rocky eggs died in gold-dust And the chemical’s specific gravity traveled Not six or seven times, but 360
I bury myself in multiple layers of clothing. White jacket over white raincoat over white t-shirt over white lifevest. The crowd can’t see me when I’m snuggled in all this fabric.  
Xe Undefined
I used to swear  when it was hard to blink that I would never cope with a bitter coffee drink. I used to wince  at the minty green treat with chocolate chunks my mom would eat.
See you later, see you later- Where did the time go? I've looked and I've looked- But where did you go?   If I looked under the couch Or even the stairs Maybe then I could find the time there
when i am six there is a princess, a prince, and a villain. one beautiful, one brave, and one bad.   good beats evil,
The memory was always fresh...it starts to fade a little now The unsettled push and pull of the heart Think of a million new days, suns, moons, and stars It will pass
Calc 1 was a math class I took It led to long hours in a book My first test was bad The workload was mad It all left me quite a bit shook  
My outlook was blurred My life skewed New environment New schedule New people
Sleepless. Darkness. A cage of comfort around the heart. Take me back to the years of unlimited time, Before the clock truly strikes out. Sleeping. Fading. Why does time fly by so fast?
Young Kimmee wants; Young Kimmee is aggressive, unapologetic, and needy Young Kimmee is immature. Getting upset and holding grudges,
Looking back at the old days They would look at me and call me gay I felt lose in the crowd because I wasn't the same But I knew who I was and that was okay I grew stronger and knew my worth
Little bear, little bear looking at your reflection trying to make sense of this section of life that you're going through. I too am just as lost and confused about what exactly is going on
There once was a girl last named Sok Who thought she was smart as a rock, But she learned pretty quick That hard work’s the real trick Now she’s got her whole future on lock.  
Age crept up on me like a shadow slinking infrom an open window: light at first,growing larger and larger as the sun grewriper and redder behind the treetopsbeyond my apartment.
Once I was five years old and everything was alive  My toys, the walls, the chairs -even spoons and knives  I believed that I could hear them -  I was never given a choice 
 It's about time I grew up About time I start managing my money more responsibly  Taking responsiblity for my actions instead of deflecting them with a lie or the blame of another It's about time I grew up
I sit with a book, Filled with familiar pages, In my hands as I look Back through the years.   I was quieter when I first held it, one of many, I knew more books than people then,
i know it will be a beautiful Day 
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