I'm not a child with little tiny hands. Nor am I an adult who never understands. I'm not a baby who cries all through the night. Nor am I the lady who's nice and polite. I don't play with my doll with no head. But I don't want to take the bear off my bed. No longer do i dream of lollies and toys. Now I dream of school and gorgeous boys. I guess someday my thoughts will change. And all my points of veiw will rearrange. No longer will i want my bear on my bed. I will have a man there to share with me instead. I won't dream of school and boys. I'll just dream of other fears and joys. Like changing from a bottle to a cup, I'd guess you'd call this growing up.Birth sign: Libra
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