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