She found growing up that changes arise.                                                                           

She found growing up that flowers die.

She found growing up that people leave.

She found growing up as deciduous trees.

She found that growing up is no masterpiece.

She found growing up was quicker then a heart beat, faster then an eye blink but slower then the chimes ring.

She found growing up that clock never paused.

She found growing up that the mid night always comes, and your perfect dream land reverse to the source.

That all narrations are not played without remorse.

She found growing up that relationships shift.

She found growing up that problems lift, the world out of circuit like a technology glitch.

She found growing up that nouns don’t last.

She found growing up emotions come in mass.

She found growing up that the story never stops.

The pen doesn’t pause to gain more ink, so the story is consistent and link piece by piece.

She found growing up not be as joyful as it seems.

She found growing up to contain loss and decite.

She found growing up never fits your imagination.

She found growing up full of contradictions.

She found growing up can lead many paths.

She found growing up more like an irrational in math.

She found growing up, every journey has an end.

She found growing up you can never close the book.

She found growing up like bait on a hook.

She found growing up to leave trails of regret.

She found growing up leaves streams filled by tears of wishes of corrects. She found time may never mend...

She found growing up, never ends.