growing up

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"you're not a child," my mother screamed

and for once I agreed

because

the boo boos on my wrist

aren't from falling off my bike

the tears that stream down my face

are inflicted by myself

and thats when I realized

that being a big kid

isn't so fun

after all

i have a really bad headache

also I didn't write this

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