There's a little girl inside that wonders when she will have people, the fun and the memories.
She watches videos and sees the photos, a pang that stabs at the image she sees of herself rises.
Envy and panic rises - what can she do to make friends? How does she get community?
To get community, one must fuel it. Create a space that invites others.
However, the little girl cries out, "Why does it have to be me again?"
She is confused and wants to understand how to be better.
I wish I could convince her there is nothing wrong with her.
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PoetryA collection of poetry across ages, moments, and confusion. Tw - read at own desire
