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Growing up Without You
Sometimes I'm so afraid
As all this life rushes over me.
Like trying to hold a river in my hands,
I can't gather it all up
Are there already gaps in the stream?
Or is it just
that I know
one day there will be?
I'm so surprised, watching helplessly
as the end comes closer
Waiting for it fills me with sadness and dread
But the curiosity within me can't be held back
Even though it hurts, I wonder--
What will happen next?
