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Its a big girl world now
Full of big girl things
And every day I wish I was small

I've been counting on nothing
But he keeps giving me his word
And I am tired of hearing myself speak
Do you get weary? Do you ever get weak?
How do you dream when you can't fall asleep?

I've been wondering what you're thinking
And if you liked my dress tonight
Would you still say you loved me
Under this ordinary moonlight

I'm so afraid of what you'll say

I'd like to know if you'd be open to starting over from scratch
I'd like to know if you'd be open to giving me a second chance

I used to think I was special
And only I have proved me wrong
I thought I could change the world with a song

But I have ended up in India
With no map to guide me home
The strangest place I think I've ever been
And all this time I thought that we were friends
But my stubborn will is learning to bend

a big thank you to:
JL, for lugging back GIANT SIZED willy wonka's pixy stix from the US for me :) to sweet sweet mellie, who skyped me all the way from the USofA (as well) expressing such heartwarming concern, after reading my blog in all its recent...

i don't even know what to call it; chaos? confusion? mess, more like. and to the circleoftrust+1, for slowly but surely helping me regain that skip in my step, that sparkle in my eyes and for making me laugh again, alot.

it's a big girl world...
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