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THIS IS MY LOT, BEAUTIFUL STRANGERS.
I miss the knocks on the door
I miss the goodnights, sweet-dreams and see-you-tomorrows I miss being myself without the expectations I miss the hugs that came so naturally I miss the enthusiastic answers to my inquisitive questions I miss the understanding that seem to have diminished with age & I realise now that as I was growing up, you guys were too. & somewhere along the way, something happened. I don't know why I missed that turn. I miss being your lil' girl. TonFlyingHigh!11:43 PM *** |
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