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Lost girl

Peter, take me with you.
Youíre not too late; Iím still a kid
I still act like I always did, but
Now they want much more from me.

Why is it that everywhere
There is need for so much change?
When I know I liked myself best
Playing in puddles in a bright yellow dress.

The grass was greener
And chocolate cake tasted sweeter
So Peter, Peter please
Take me with you.

Iíve never played with fire,
But still I feel burnt.
All I know is how much I havenít learnt.
The world is getting bigger and they make me feel so small -

I donít know what I want at all.
Peter, I'm begging you, take me away.
The Lost Boys will love me and Iíll love them too;
Iíll tell stories and wonít act grown up.

I wonít, no matter what they say,
Because this feels like every other day.
So take me away, and never never
Let me grow up.

by Emma Dalton

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