I wish my thoughts will turn to ink
Dribbling my feelings on a clear sheet.
I wish that my fears will leave me
That my body be free.
I wish I'm back in a child's body
Having no sense to grieve over anybody
I wish I remain the little girl.
That has no friend,
And condemned by all.
Being an adult is killing me
Forcing myself to be loved by all.
Feelings that come with adulthood
Are so confusing and frustrating.
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R