A walk to remember,
Lots of special memories to be cherished,
Though don't know if those are worth it.
Few dreams which will possibly never become reality,
Countless promises as genuine as god,
But they failed to stand the storm.
Was flipping through the pages from the past,
And it made me realize how immature I was.
May be lots of tears are yet to be swallowed,
As I am still in the process of growing up.
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yes we all are, the process of growing up is something that probably never ends.
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