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Too Fast
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Society Tiny hands pulled at fingers,
Trying to expedite growth.
I told her to not grow up
So fast that you forget
To be a child.
There’s no pleasure in aging,
As each year passes
I count the wrinkles added
And wonder how that is
Staring back at me
In the mirror.
Stay true to your years
Because you will look back
And discover you lost yourself
In the pursuit to mature
Quicker than nature intended.
