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to get so frustrated, you cry.... in the principal's office.
to want your mom
and your dad.
to stomp away saying, "I don't want to play anymore"
to dream of what you'll be when you grow up.
to wonder IF you'll grow up.
to start crying all over again.
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I am not even a teacher and cried in the principal's office last year.
You are an amazing woman. Please don't grow up if that means you will change.
you are never too old to sing.
sing it girl.
catch a falling star. . .
i think you wrote this for me the other day. i was trying to do good responisble "mom" things and ended the day wishing i could make a bed on the floor next to my parents bed. definitely had a good cry. thanks for your words.
My bedroom is really big, ladies. Pull up your pillows and blankies.
It's a good thing to have someone to hold your heart now and then.
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