Hope

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Hope is a dream, that I thoughts I once had. To sail the seven seas. To be a ballerina, to kick soccer balls with my knees.
I hoped that I'd be pretty, pretty as can be, that my eyes would glow and hair would shine, and all the money in the world would be all mine.
I hoped that I'd get a dress, with ruffles and a bow, when really all I wanted was something to show.
A thing to bring to all the girls and prance around all day. The envious looks on their faces showed the emotions they wouldn't say.
Perhaps I dreamed to big and wide.
Maybe all I wanted was to have a first real friend of mine.-Kat

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