Thursday, December 15, 2011

The special one...

Happy little girl


When I was a little girl,
people treat me as I am a special one.

While I grew up,
I always belive, I will be special one.

And now,
as a grown up,
I no longer feel special,
and I don't turn to be that special one.


p/s: I guess I'll just wait for someone to tell me... that I am special.


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