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2d
Not a kid, not fully grown,
Finding truths I call my own.
Falling, rising, still I try—
With silent fire in my eye.




A glimpse into the quiet strength of growing up- not lost, just becoming
Ma-kayla
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Ma-kayla  16/F
(16/F)   
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