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i miss pretending to be older than i was, by carrying some of the groceries, wearing red lipstick i wouldn't go near today, nail polish to match. now i want to pretend it is three/fourths of this lifetime of mine ago. i want to cry and sleep and play and whine and get piggy back rides, and get paint all over. i want tattoos i can wash off, but never would. i want bedtime stories i never heard the end of, excuses to stay up late, not responsibilities that leave me no other choice. nap time, snack time, play dates, mary-kate and ashley movies, on the big screen. hugs everyday from my mom, my dad, from everyone i see! kisses every night, from all of the above. wagons with fans and cool headbands. songs with kazoos and afternoons with "Blue" a shoe a shoe, NO a clue a clue. collecting rocks and getting married under monkey bars. I want to wake up and have to Figure it Out. i would like to dream , and be, and still have the anticipation of this.
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Sep 24, 2012
Sep 24, 2012 at 3:22 PM UTC
skipping class for nostalgic reminiscing
i miss pretending to be older than i was, by carrying some of the groceries, wearing red lipstick i wouldn't go near today, nail polish to match. now i want to pretend it is three/fourths of this lifetime of mine ago. i want to cry and sleep and play and whine and get piggy back rides, and get paint all over. i want tattoos i can wash off, but never would. i want bedtime stories i never heard the end of, excuses to stay up late, not responsibilities that leave me no other choice. nap time, snack time, play dates, mary-kate and ashley movies, on the big screen. hugs everyday from my mom, my dad, from everyone i see! kisses every night, from all of the above. wagons with fans and cool headbands. songs with kazoos and afternoons with "Blue" a shoe a shoe, NO a clue a clue. collecting rocks and getting married under monkey bars. I want to wake up and have to Figure it Out. i would like to dream , and be, and still have the anticipation of this.
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Sep 24, 2012
Sep 24, 2012 at 3:22 PM UTC
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