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      Growing up Sad

Growing up sad,
Is there any other way?
Is happiness a fantasy,
or mirage?

Growing up sad,
Isolation all the time,
No one to comfort me
or even care.

Growing up sad,
Fake smiles pasted on,
Like postage stamps,
on envelops.

Growing up sad,
Males it hard making friends,
Only to have to move,
and lose them again.



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