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i miss being a small girl, the feeling of sitting on my daddy's lap and leaning on his shoulders.. being so secure in his protective embrace.. i miss hiding behind my mummy's legs and the folds of her big big skirt. i wanna be small again. free from the cares of the world and always contented with a doughnut. ice cream. + cartoons on tv.
alright. random thought. a girl with her daddy on the mrt started all these.
off to my jog.
~tarrying~
