Hello Grown Little Girl what are you waiting for, someone to hold your hand or kiss you goodnight. Did you miss a bedtime story? How do you know it would have been a pretty fairy tale, it could have ended in nightmares and horrors. Do you crawl up inside of who you hoped to be praying that your rebirth isn't consumed with all your missing toys. Accept that you can't paper doll your way through life, this is no dress rehearsal and while time may move as fast as a fashion show; changing clothes a million times still can't cover up what's missing inside.
Grown Little Girl how many licks will it take to get to the center of your lollipop, is what you taste really sweet. Maybe if you bite down you will break the hard exterior revealing how soft you are inside. Reverse the mirror hung on the wall it is past time that the adult you see becomes acquainted with the child inside. Little Girl Grown is who you see because that is who you be.
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