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missing my comfort when i was girl of two... no expectations and nothing to do... today i am called grown up and also wise... can think of my rights and wrong.. and also what to decide... but will somebody listen to me that who am i... and what i want to decide.. i miss the comfort i had as a kid... but this doesnt means i want to get rid i still have person loving me most.. but these expectations makes life as a fear of ghost...
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Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 6:24 AM UTC
Missing my Comfort
missing my comfort when i was girl of two... no expectations and nothing to do... today i am called grown up and also wise... can think of my rights and wrong.. and also what to decide... but will somebody listen to me that who am i... and what i want to decide.. i miss the comfort i had as a kid... but this doesnt means i want to get rid i still have person loving me most.. but these expectations makes life as a fear of ghost...
this is the way i miss my days when i was a girl of two
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Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 6:24 AM UTC
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