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I'm not grown up
but I'm not a little girl.
I'm somewhere in between....
in a place where the answers are strategically
just out of reach.
And the ones you think you can trust, stand at the shallow end of the pool.
A place where you are ready to back yourself
But fear the unknown the way a child fears the dark.

Where in your mind, you rewind and play, rewind and play, rewind and play....the softest words ever heard so many times...you begin to doubt whether you ever heard them at all.....

A place where the sins of the past are crystal clear, yet the future's pitiful offerings extend only to a blurry mist of indefinate promises.
And paranoia resides here - you doubt then believe, doubt then believe, doubt then believe......


But utterley, the worst thing about being at this place, is that the only one that wants to pick me up, is the one who broke me.



Eyes.......close.