There was once a little girl,
Sitting by her own at the edge of the room,
Tears ran down her cheeks as she thought about her past,
Or more accuratelyー her old self.
She cried and cried until there was no longer tears left.
Her heart filled with regrets, angers, dissapoinment towards herself.
Memories of being completely reckless and naive played in her mind,
She knew she couldn't turn back time.
She knew it's all in the past and she needs to move on.
She knew.
But little does she knows,
Moving on was never easy.
And therefore, she cried again.
Harder.
