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I like to pretend sometimes that I am a butterfly. I pretend I can taste with my feet and that I have wings so pretty that the flowers are jealous. I like to pretend sometimes that I am very high inside the clouds and that even though its very cold, I am warm and very happy.
Flying is a solitary thing, and like in peter pan you can only do it when you are happy.
Sometimes I pretend that I am not real. Its not very hard because sometimes people don’t think I am, But I am .
I like being liked the best. I color really good and I like to play lots of games, but sometimes I get so sad that I forget and then I think maybe I should die.
Mama says all little girls should be happy ones.
Sometimes when I’m playing a game I look down and my hands aren’t quite my own, they seem bigger and older, like maybe someone just lent them to me. Sometimes I like to color and then I hear a voice in the back of my head that says big girls aren’t supposed to. But I like coloring and I’m not very big besides, it doesn’t matter what game you play when you’re alone anyways. Most of the time no one plays with me, they say that I should grow up. But I think they are jealous because I get to play. Sometimes they break my crayons. I think its very mean to break someone’s crayons. Sometimes they hide Charlie. He’s my bear and he sleeps with me because he’s scared of the dark.
Sometimes I hear voices. I give them names but they already have faces.
The voices I hear are cold and distant, cruel and faint and
Maybe I’m not real. Maybe I am imaginary.
But I get to play when no one else can and I get to be loved.
But here is a secret you will want to know.
I was born to become what another little girl couldn’t be. I am her secret.
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Tis a lovley honest poem.

best wishes

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