Coming in to who you are,
A changing of sorts.
The shifting of pieces that make up you
The adding, the casting away,
All in the process of finding the grown you.
You strive to differentiate
Child from the adult,
Your greatesqt longing is
Acceptance of who you've found
Yourself to be. Enjoyment
In your friends' company.
Peal off the mask; be not afraid,
To come out from the shell
Your little self had made.
Take my hand and journey with me.
Life is but a few words
In this prose of destiny.
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