When I was a little girl, I asked my mother "what shall I be? Shall I be pretty, shall I be rich?" and this is what she said to me... Que sera sera what will be will be, the future is not yours to see que sera sera....
The song put a frame around me and caused me to realize that the future was mine... What will be will be... By my design...
My grandma bought me and all the little kids a couple of fairy tale books and nursery rhyme books... I loved my books... Daily, I read the stories wondering about the Princess's and the knights who came to their rescue... I believe in love and the beauty of love yet, I never have wanted to be weak. I have pushed so many men out of my life because of the fear of love and the fear of relationships ending. How do I find that place where my fairy tale dreams come true?
I never expect anyone to like me. When I am liked, I think it's cool and at the same time.. I expect people to not like me... Sometimes I don't feel like a real person. I am like Pinnochio... A doll who aches to be real... I'm a nobody with the face of a somebody...
Perhaps I need saving, from myself so that I don't disappear. Is there a knight out there?
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