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growing up in this fast pace world
I thought at twenty I was a big girl
paying for things
living alone
but there was somthing missing
I still was not grown
Between the life of a child and an adult
Though for the last few months
Everyone looked at her
With judgement and disgust,
She felt beautiful.
She did make one mistake;
She admitted that.
But that didn't mean that
