Growing Up
We sit picking through the rubble,
finding pieces of the people we used to love,
finding pieces of the hearts we used to have.
They tell us we're too young
we don't know what love is.
Well we're just products of our environments,
kids bred by war and commercialism
searching for any straws to grasp
in this thankless world,
and we find love.
Love is our outlet.
We love our friends, we love our pets,
we love each other.
No, we're not too young to love,
to feel, to learn, to grow,
to open ourselves up
and get our hearts broken,
all by ourselves.
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