I know you don`t want to lose your little girl,
But I have grown up, Daddy!
I am no longer a child
And I celebrated with a drink.
Maybe one too many,
But I felt that a new life lay ahead!
You got very angry with me,
Shouting, hurting my wrists.
I fell on the floor,
Weeping endlessly,
Sobbing hysterically.
At last the drink made me fall asleep.
So this morning
I put on my tights
And my high heeled shoes,
My very short skirt
With daring low-cup top
And lots of make-up.
I closed the door
On my room,
Leaving behind
The “me“ of my childhood
For ever,
And the room was crying for me.
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Publié sur e-Stories.org sur 29.04.2004.
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