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When I think of you, I think of me. I wish that you could finally see The way things can now, for us, be.
Little girl stood strong and free, With her head held high, And her eye in the sky, But little girl is different from you and me. Little girl used to run and play, She had friends by her side, No secrets would she hide, But soon little girl began...
Highschool is just the begginning, It's the transition to adulthood thats the hardest, Do not be scared of growing up, This is just the begginning of a new hope, To carry on from home and being alone,