You have to grow up,
to love life.
Even with a broken heart
to hug!
You have to grow up,
to forget insults.
From friends stuck,
the knife from the back to pull out.
You have to grow up,
from mistakes to learn,
To learn,
that you will still be wrong.
You have to grow up,
new guy for a new tomorrow.
From the mud to get out,
From ashes to reborn...
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A dead past does not put a halt to a new future. A year later, Kaffy, a highly intelligent, creative, bookish, and preppy Nigerian-Canadian 15-year-old girl was released from juvenile prison. She was arrested and charged with petty theft and assault, and was sentenced to a year in prison. Her sentence was supposed to be 6 months for stealing a lollipop, a chocolate bar, a pack of playing cards, and a bag of Cheeto's cheesies from 7-Eleven, but she received another 6 months for kicking, punching, and hitting another female inmate across the face during an altercation in the canteen.
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