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Once
Once i was a scared little girl,
sitting in an old,purple house
sitting on an old, wooden chair and looking out the window, waiting for
a sudden miracle that maybe my misery will end,
after days of wishing,
after hours of hurting,
knowing my life was just a fake,
I felt this sudden rush of confidence i had never felt before.
I let someone know,
of the things my reality and dreams withhold,
And my story was told!
I am happy now,
no longer praying for miracles,
and love where i am now!
sitting in an old,purple house
sitting on an old, wooden chair and looking out the window, waiting for
a sudden miracle that maybe my misery will end,
after days of wishing,
after hours of hurting,
knowing my life was just a fake,
I felt this sudden rush of confidence i had never felt before.
I let someone know,
of the things my reality and dreams withhold,
And my story was told!
I am happy now,
no longer praying for miracles,
and love where i am now!
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