I miss the days of make believe and
Barbie dolls. When growing up and moving
out seemed eternities away. When the
friendships I’ve lost, and the ones I can feel slowly dying, felt
infinite. When I didn’t need to care
about gas prices, paychecks, or taxes. When
I didn’t I have to worry about what boys will think of the skirt I’m wearing or
how much I weigh. I miss the days of big
dreams, sidewalk chalk, and whispered secrets.
The days when I didn’t have any regrets or mistakes. The days of make believe are now over, and
the days I’ve been longing for are here.
But I just want to go back.
I think most of us can relate to this idea: "The days of make believe are now over, and the days I’ve been longing for are here."
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