She lives in a fairy tale;

"I'm living in a life of magic, cause the real world is tragic."

"Love never runs out of chances."

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Growing up is hard.
These changes are overwhelming.
Please, just let it all be over.

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Where did that little girl go?
What has she turned into?
I hope that she can make you proud.
She's trying.
She doesn't want to disappoint you or herself.
She's made a lot of mistakes.
But she's learning from them.
All of these new experiences are molding her.
She is doing her best to create herself into someone she wants to be.
Can you believe that in a few months she'll be 16?
I can't.
I guess that seems like nothing to you.
You've been here way longer than she has.
You are probably thinking, time goes by fast.
Not her.
Right now she's wondering why every year seems to take forever.
Seconds are like minutes, minutes like hours, and hours like days.
I wish I was older.

I will always try my best to do what you've told me:
"Make the world take a look at you, then turn around and look again."

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