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There was a time when candies and crayons 
would suffice 
as you grow up you realize 
there's a whole lot of things 
you will have to sacrifice 

Open your drawer 
and take out that passport-size  photograph from 1997
remember that day your mom combed your hair into a neat ponytail 
and told you tales about heaven?

Look at that girl with the grin on her face 
she's only four 
little things make her happy 
she keep desiring more 

Open your eyes
and find your reflection staring back
stop trying to identity those million shades of grey
it's always either white or black. 

Open your mind
and place your palm on your heart 
can you hear the reality of your life beating inside you?
Be the girl with the grin on her face, take yourself back to the start. 

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