Growth

Growth is so slow
Fills us up with pain and pleasure
Every step is
huge
Every move is so slow
Pain is consistent 
No peace of mind
Only the joy of growth 
But what a joy

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I am who I was when I wrote this text but I do not know if I exist now. I am from Scandinavia where the arctic starts

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