So, I just ran across something I wrote when I was sixteen. I thought it was so pretty, such a happy, delicate little thought, back then. Now it's closer to reality than I dreamed.
I want to grow my hair out long. I want to wear pretty dresses that flow outwards when I twirl. I want to have a tea party.
I want to dance in the rain. I want to laugh
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