The kid that resides inside me is barely breathing. I want to knock on her door and ask her if she needs anything, but the light on her windows never lights up. She's there, and she's still there. Barely breathing, barely existing, and almost vanishing. She's the kid who would light up at the sight of sweets, of butterflies, and of frogs. She's the kid who would write letters for Christmas, blow out candles for her birthday, and play in the rain. She's the kid who would dream of fairy tales, watch morning cartoons, and seek shelter under the tree. And that kid never wanted to grow up. Growing up and becoming an adult scares her. She has seen enough adults walk by, dying alive and miserable. That kid never wanted to be a grown up. She never wanted it.
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See You On The Other Side
Poetry"Isn't it awful to find love at such a young age and be robbed of it for the rest of your life?" This is a collection of poetry and prose dedicated to every person who couldn't find a way to move forward from their past. To every person who loved so...
