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[darkacacia]

Remember that stage...
that stage when the world was yours
and the world stood still because you
were the only one that mattered...
Remember when your shiny pink nails
and your lightly glossed lips
had nothing to worry about
no pain, no fear.
Only worried about how
your lipstick must match your dress,
how your mascara might run
down your freshly powdered cheeks.
You snap out of this stage,
and as you grow you face it.
Life isn't about pretty pink nails
and fancy party dresses...