A blooming teenager with the heart of a 5-year-old. Exposed to the world where nothing is what it seems, I refuse to allow anything to hold up the energy and youthful joie de vivre in me. You see, as I grow, I change; as I change, I age. But as I age, my heart will stay eternally young. For with this youth, I can dream. And for this dream: I will reach for the sky... Then extend my grasp.
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