When I've got boys and girls to order around, what kind of person would I be?
The same girl I am now or what?
What would maturity and responsibility turn me into?
Would I smile often or fuse over nothing?
When I'm pissed I think of my favorite colour, ice cream and chocolate.
But when I'm older what would I think of?
How much would I change in years to come?
Money, wealth... could it influence my attitude?
Friends, love... would it retain this me?
The altitude I'd get to, would it blind me?
Would I start looking over people's head without a care?
I'm just wondering.
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PoetryWonder and horror... I used.to know that girl. Pink lips and blond hair. Charming and flawless. What is she now?.... Something she's something. Instagram : Neighborhood_spy
