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Growing Up
When I was born I was promised the world
But I was born into a world
Where my parents grew up to only survive
Where family to my mom was merely blood
But to my father was more than life -
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Seasons of Being (Part 4): Spring
My bones no longer have need to show
but bend when all the seasons change,
Come spring I have new seeds to sow
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reality
I found it was easier to forget than to hold on,
a relief to consider myself free.
I never could’ve realized how suffocating it was to chase thrills, -