When did we lose ourselves?

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She got brown hair, blue eyes. She's small and organized. She doesn't talk much, would rather read a book or humm melodies. If you see her you'd think she's ordinary. But she isn't. Not one bit. But how could they know? They never listen to her! They barely acknowledge her. She's just the girl from next door, who's willing to help you with your homework. She could be drowning and they would be describing the water...

So she decided to leave, to never come back. She didn't want to define herself new, she wanted to find someone who understands her. Someone who listens, someone who agrees, someone who cares for her little world.

No, she would definitely never come back...