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All Grown Up
No longer pig tails and dresses
 I’ve moved onto highlights and jeans
 No more piggy-back rides
 I’m now hanging out with the other teens
 
 I feel that I’ve changed
 but I also feel the same
 I have the same memories
 I have the same name
 
 No more level one books and crayons
 I’ve moved onto novels and poetry
 No more picking out my clothes
 I’m now free to be me
 
 I feel that I’ve grown older
 matured and become responsible
 I feel like no one can figure me out
 I have my own unique label
 
 No more play dates and time outs
 I’ve moved onto hang outs and groundings
 No more Sponge-bob or finger counting
 I’m now a writer, someone to confound in
 
 I feel like I am my own person
 no one can hold me back
 the weight is on my own shoulders
 a weight I will attack
 
 Still the same love for animals
 I’ve not changed too much
 Still the same person
 Still the same at heart

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