1 February 2013
My last day of my ' c h i l d h o o d ' Tomorrow I'm eighteen.
It's funny when I think about how many years I've seen.
And God, so many M e m o r i e s The good, the bad, the great-
The sad, the worst, the brilliant, Yet I need them all to date.
It's definitely a S p e c i a l One. But scary, nonetheless.
To wake up being someone new, a 'grown up' and the rest.
But inside I'll still be a C h i l d Who needs her mum and dad.
Tomorrow, yes, I'll celebrate, but growing up is sad.
So Long, Childhood. • Opuss № I