Don't give up trying. Just work with what you have.
When I was a girl it seemed time took much longer, To pass by and let me be older not younger. It seemed all the good things were far in the future, And I feared in the waiting I'd slip into a stupor. I was too young for most things and too old for the rest. I was stuck in the middle, an unwanted guest; Searching in vain for the place I belonged; Awaiting my prince to come sing me his song, Sweep me up in his arms and then whisk me away, To a life filled with gladness as fairytales say; But life is no fairytale it's business at hand, If you want to survive then get with the plan. We have to grow up, take the bull by the horns; For life's what you make it, you have been forewarned. My life is much better in some ways it seems. Though I must admit it's not like my dreams. I've learned from experience when less than enchanted, I'm happier when trying to bloom where I'm planted.
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