Growing up
Time passes as the memories fade. We grow one decade, Then reminisce about the old days. The clock never ends. Relationship after Relationship. Friend after Friend. The love and hate will never end. Alas, the journey to our stories finally begins. the childhood memories come to an end. Alas, we opened the doors to success. Alas, The inner child, our closest friend, can be put to rest.
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