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Jan 2012
To die would be an awfully great adventure.
Happiness must be in Never-Never Land.
I want to fly high and dry;
I want to flit through the sky.
I hope to follow a piper of pied attire
Meet in our secret place through the mountains.
There will be many lost kids
Looking for a way to live.
I don't think I know the way out.
How shall we be together again?
I don't want to grow up.
I want to stay here.
I want to fight pirates.
I want to play with ticking alligators.
I want to love in the most innocent ways.
I want us to be lost in this phase.
You just seem so perfect for me;
I want time to just freeze.
So, let's steal the dust of a fairy
and take to the night sky.
Play on the clock tower
Fight for our own power
We can be whoever we want to be.
But, flash forward now
I come back to visit.
I see you've found out
What growing up is all about.
I can't help but to feel alone.
Where do I stand now?
Where is my home?
I don't know how to get through to her;
But to die would be an awfully great adventure.
Feedback would be appreciated.
Caroline Stradley
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Caroline Stradley  26/F/Austin, TX
(26/F/Austin, TX)   
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