Children growing up

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“When I am older, I want to be a doctor.” Was said by many aspiring children. “When I am older, I will be just like you.” I want to be just like them.
So fragile, I feel like I am glass About to break, about to crash The sun here all day, and gone in a flash Taking in the fresh scent of freshly-mowed grass
Dear Mom and Dad,   I have just six months left in this home This home of tears Of constant wars Of too many nights gone without saying
Little kids play games Based on their favorite book series Playing tag round the tree Laughing for eternities   Little kids begin to leave
Laughing and playingBarefoot, hair flailingSurpassing fear, Climbing treesRunning wild and chasing dreams
As I watch, a dragon breathes fire, and the town crumbles in the wind. A battle in the sky, forever gone on but never won.   A child with a kite, with the breeze,
When did every birthday stop feeling like "the best birthday ever"? When did Christmas start to feel less of "holy cow presents!" And more "oh god family obligations”?
Whenever I feel down, I remember I can change, I'm supposed to change. I'm never the same person. Even from moment to moment, you're allowed and expected to grow up. That's the greatest gift of all: the ability to grow up.
  The water and its depth would scare me as a child I knew the waves could whip me and make me wild I used to think the ocean was hollow like a shell And that the monsters in it were secrets I should never tell
  The water and its depth would scare me as a child I knew the waves could whip me and make me wild I used to think the ocean was hollow like a shell And that the monsters in it were secrets I should never tell
We were all children once, but we all grew up at one point. We had lead different lives and did different things.
Bless my enemies if they step to me I treat them like a stepdaughter call them Stephanie I'm diabetic my sugar spiking I wear my heart on my shoulder I return like a viking with my with my enemy's head on my shield I'm too for real like kill no no
I am 5, My playground is An open field To me it is full of animals And buildings. To you, Young adult,
Out of focus, not in sync with the space Out of sight, at a different vantange point   I'm getting stabbed and beated with alot of new things these days:
Mom, for so long my heart was an etch a sketch And I kept it drowned in the depths of childhood memories Where your remindings from Aged scars and past improper lovings Would constantly change my mind and remind me
I AM... a little girl with pigtails running around the playground full of life with not one worry in the world.
I am unstable. I am fine. The dark eyed boy in Physics says I'm a dime. He is audacious to call a quarter a dime. 
When I was four. I was taught to be good. I was told to do what was expected. Because good girls don't argue. When I was eight. I was taught to be smart. I was told that I had to be the best.
Little acorn on the ground
Remember when you were a child?   Running free outside, When your aspirations were wide. Swinging on the swings and pretending you had wings.    Watching cartoons on a sunday afternoon.
She was five and sitting alone in a little blue chair in the corner of her living room When she opened your book for the first time (the new book smell filled her nostrils) and read Those famous lines:
She is not old, but not young She is a mother, wife, nurse, friend She loves God and has unlimited faith Time goes, Summer turns to Fall Her kids grow big, strong, and tall Happy, Sad are hand and hand
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