Sometimes a girl is born
Equipped with a name constituting only blessings in every language
Sometimes a girl is raised
And taught to be strong, because if she didn't, she would surely die
Sometimes an unbreakable girl is made
Slowly discovering the chinks in her supposedly invincible armor
Sometimes a girl is praised
For thoughts too big for such a small town
Sometimes a girl is known
For her 2am contemplations written down in a book called The Scrambled Philosophies That I Call Thoughts
But only sometimes...
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The Scrambled Philosophies That I Call Thoughts
PoetryThe scattered musings about love and life by a(n) (a)musing girl who knows little of either.
