Breaking down on the floor and on the edge of giving up. When suddenly I saw a photo of a 5 year old me – smiling.. unknown to what's waiting for her in the future.
I felt a pinch in my heart. What am I doing? There's this 5 year old me, rooting on me. What will she feel if I give up now?
I want to make her proud. I want to give her the life that she deserves. A happy and peaceful one. I often forget that she's still with me. When I get wounded, that's when I'll remember her. I don't want her to get hurt, I don't want her to be treated badly, I don't want her to suffer from my poor decision making.
And the 12 year old me.. I don't want her to feel scared and anxious anymore. I want her to be proud of me. We're learning to be brave. I hope she knows, now I can defend her.
For my highschool self, I want to tell her that we're not chasing the same guy we used to chase for almost 6 years. For her, I won't settle for less.
I wiped my tears and took a deep breath. I combed my hair and smiled at my reflection in the mirror. There's no way that I'm giving up now.
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Kurgu OlmayanIt includes real life situations and events. A glimpse of HER thoughts. Contains poems, quotes and prose. Welcome to HER world - a concoction of poetic sentiments and confessions drizzled with grayish clouds of chaos dusted with fragility and ardor.
