Growing up
I lay down my lovey
Getting ready for studies
Yesterday I was a child
And today im mildly in youth
Skipping through my adolescent seasons
Preparing to renew my spirit is my reason
For searching for my approaching year
I cant wait to be eight, also loved was seven
I always hold onto my past
Taking with me in my mind my lovey
And in my hands is I see the numbers jumping off the page
Math has always been my favorite subject
I hope yesterday brought today the beauty I see.


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