Growing up


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From dreaming about being an astronaut
To work in a cubicle like a crackpot.
 
From being a child with an innocent soul
To be a sinful man with no self-control.
 
From playing carelessly with toy trucks
To work overtime for some extra bucks.
 
From waking up with a fresh start
To fall asleep with a painful heart.
 
From struggling to manage essentials
To spend freely without tensions.
 
From being chatty for no good reason
To remain silent in every situation.
 
From trusting everyone blindly
To foresee their intentions timely.
 
I wasn’t ready for that childhood to end,
I could’ve given anything for it to extend.

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