Young darling, you've emerged.
Innocence has abandoned you like a old-time lover.
Sweet girl, the remodeling of your soul is finally in progress.
I know you see it. I could hear your heart banging on the doors to be set free.
Little doll, be afraid.
This world is not what you glimpsed on the magic box.
Development is creeping in like a friendly bandit.
Gentle babe, it's time to add your revolution to history.
For your modification draweth closer.
Youngster, potential is your new spring of encouragement.
Refinement...your vision.
Isolated infant, don't move! Take off your chasity and give it to me now!
Blindly robbed, give me your virtue, open your hands and I'll fill it with the wonder of responsibility.
New time bloomer, welcome.
I honestly feel a great deal of sorrow for you.
You're not alone though. We're all chained to this thing called, change.
Yes change, our old friend, better known as constant.
I know I'm forcing a remodel, but you have no choice in this...we have no choice in this.
Oh my unseasoned meat, I feel it for you. This, this evolutionary transformation.
Enhanced by growth I'll leave you unrecognizable.
Charming child, this inevitable happen is going to kidnap your once free spirit, and lock it in a cage. Never more to be set free.
My sweet joyous juvenile, your obsession with smiles is going to cease. As I slowly decease you urge to run.
The bus is passing, so go stand in the middle.
You'll survive, but only by my tools.
First, trade, then transition, followed by adaption, up next you'll adjust. Add some innovation in there. To conclude your finishing touches will be your revised version.
Good luck, you'll need it. I know I did.
~Gabbriella with 2 b's~
The challenge of change, our only constant.
