growing up is like what butterflies get from struggelling out of its cocoons
someone burst into our life
while someone leaves
we have no choice
but to adapt ourselves to the chaging world
nothing can keep forever
including love ,friendship and even family
everything not always go in it normal way
growing up is just like a pain
which is beautiful and unforgotten
it is just like a scar on our heart
remaining us every step we go through
the happy one ,the sad one
adolesence is a pilliant sadness in our way to be maturity
the only thing we can do is to catch up the things in our hands now
the happiness is in our hands now
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