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GROWING UP

Growing up is like running in a maze looking for a way out
Everyone seems to know exactly how you need to turn out except your self
There are these moments when you feel lost and as if no one will ever understand you
This feeling like you need to figure out the society and yourself right won't leave your back
You sometimes feel like you are wading in mistakes
Sometimes you feel trapped in choices and lanes defined for you
Know that a lot of people understand
Even so they will still have an opinion of how you should turn out
However, you have the power to decide how you become
A time comes when things start getting clear
When you start feeling like you are actually in a place that you need to be but for a while
But this constant need to keep moving never leaves
The responsibility for your launch for the next destination never leaves your hands
Your present is your handy work
Your future is clay before you to mould
No one is responsible for who you are or will become
Yesterday is gone and had very little to do with what tomorrow will look like
Your yesterday self is dead
Your tomorrow self is not yet born
Live now and bequeath your tomorrow self a better station

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