the blue dress

I was hoping that everything was going to be fine and ok and nice and wonderful.

Then I looked at me in the mirror and realized things changed. I changed. I’m the same weird kid only trapped in the body of a 20 something woman.

And it’s frustrating when not everyone can see the kid showing off in the blue dress.

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