Sometimes The Things We Can't Change End Up Changing Us

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When I was four
I used to run around
With a smile on my face
So wide
It almost reached
Both ears
On the sides of my face
I had so much energy
More than you would imagine
I was bouncing
Off walls
In nothing but my underwear
And sometimes
Even less
And I changed
As I grew up
Maturing with age
While still being
As immature
As I had been
When I was four

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