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poem

Growth

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Like a small seed, I start so low, — Pushing upwards, trying to grow.

Like a small seed, I start so low,
Pushing upwards, trying to grow.
Through sun and rain, I stretch and climb,
Becoming stronger, with passing time.
Each struggle faced, each lesson learned,
A stronger me, I have now earned.
I shed old skins, I reach for more,
Than I ever dreamed of, before.

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