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Water droplets fall from the sky, flowers yell with excitment, people scream in sorrow. But little do they know what makes one grieve could make something else grow.
Yesterday I was someone else Today I am someoone new learning from mistakes from yesterday  Each day growing to being independent and responsible  365 days ago was a blur Filled with struggles
When I feel down these are things I do.  The many ways I cope is how I show my hue.   
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