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A girl may grow up. Learn lessons and fight her way into this world.

She may change her ways, find her own path, after walking so many wrong ones.
She will put away her Dolls and her childhood, to Storage in boxes marked with thick black marker.
But she will never really let go of that little girl, who used hours upon hours, dressing up her Barbie dolls. 
And making up the dreamlife she always wanted.
I know for a fact, that this girl….Will never really grow out of her, Barbie fase.