Childhood spaceship

I was a girl
but now a young adult
Some traces of the childish girl are still alive

When dream is disparate from reality
I hurl myself back to my childhood
crying like a baby girl
just as pure as the driven snow

It isn’t the same now
No more crossed fingers to show unfriendliness
No more thumb-to-thumb to get back to best friends

With the needles in their hearts
Young adults are so complicated

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