Maybe I've grown up.
I am less angry and have become more scared.
Although I care about right and wrong,
Now I have started keeping quiet.
Maybe I've grown up.
After all, I am human.
I laugh with everyone, but cry alone.
Maybe I've grown up.
The road is long, and there are also shadows of dense trees.
But now I don't stop; I just keep moving.
Maybe I have grown up.
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