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`` Growing up

by Amy M Fitch

Things aren't the same around here.
My childhood dreams are starting to fade away.
I want to hold on to them,
But I'm too sad to.

The sun will never shine the same again.
I'm breaking.
Nothing matters but this superficial life.
What happened?
It all came to be so quickly.
Did the world fast-foward around me?
I wonder.
But I can tell the future -
Tommorrow will be as today.
Empty.

12/06/2001

Posted on 12/06/2001
Copyright © 2022 Amy M Fitch

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