I once thought I was perfect,
That I would never die, everyone always praise my abilities,
But I grew up.
I hurt people, people hurt me
I see diseases and I talk to my near death grandfather,
I cry over my failed piano exam.
I had to say sorry to my broken promises,
I had to run miles when everyone was asleep,
To understand that simple algebra.
I throw away my conceit,
Maybe I'll gain back something new,
More valuable perhaps,
Something like strength,
The strength to face reality.
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