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i grew up
i am no longer that little girl you once knew
i grew up
i dropped those toys long ago
you still treat me as if i'm a child
i grew up
i no longer cry when i don't get my way
i matured greatly
i lost all those regrets once you left
i can now string my letters into words
i can now string my words into sentences
these sentences are my weapons
a silent assassin held to her own terms
motives are what fuel me
these grown up productions
impossibly made by a child
i grew up

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