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Growing Up
As a kid
You hear things you can never decipher
You are encompassed with voices
when you comprehend them not
Time elapses
You start sentencing your broken phrases
You have people to hear
You grow up.....
You are distanced...
You no longer have audiences
No longer patient listeners.
They listened intently to your babble
Now your comprehensible speech no longer fascinates
Voices around are intelligible
When you wish you unheard them
Strange mismatches of life.....
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