Dedication to my childhood self

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If I could talk to myself at age eight, what I would say

Submitted: May 06, 2007

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Submitted: May 06, 2007



Hello there, pretty young girl
You are so fresh and pure
Watch out for destruction
Watch out for corruption
You'll find too much along your way

Don't grow up too fast, young one
You are too young to worry
You aren't an adult
Yet don't think like a child
It's no wonder, now, why you are always alone

You aren't as different as you seem, young girl.
You can come cry with me
For now I see what I never did,
A little girl who was never a kid.

Dad doesn't hate you,
Mom doesn't too.
You are so much more loved than you ever knew..
Too bad that now, it's through.

Be real, young girl,
The life you're headed for needs reality
Not your favorite: fantasy.
Try not to wander
in the space of that wonderous mind

Dearest, young me,
Oh how I wish it was true
I wish I could tell you
All of what you would need to do

You grew up too fast, anyway.
You never had friends to play.
Instead, sexuality ruled your core
Oh how was I so pathetic and poor!?

My younger self,
I wish I could tell you now..

You aren't all alone.

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