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Growing Older and Wiser

Since I was three,
I've been so naive
From believing all the liars
And what fakeness can achieve

I always needed you
To be there to understand
But with each passing day
I don't think I need your hand

Now that I'm older
You no longer need to pretend
For I found the wisdom inside me
I don't need you to depend
Poem by danlovermay