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Dinky by Jester (Age 17
Dinky
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Submitted by Poppy Flynn
Written by Jester Age 17
Too much hardship and too much pain Brought on an unwanted maturity Which, backfiring, threw me back into the world of a regressing mind. Gone are the naivete and trust Of the child But forcefully brought back
In the middle-aged teenager, Is the will to mistrust and believe
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What you know to be wrong. Disregarding the throes of womanhood, The maturity of body and mind And instead clutching Baby memories. Finding excuses for being a child At heart, in mind and on act. But still as the throes of womanhood unfurl, I’ll sit here and scream ‘I want to be a little girl!’
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