Looking at old photos makes me depressed sometimes. I wish I could return to that little girl. I wish I could warn her that her world was going to be torn to shreds. I would tell her that she's gonna lose so many people that mean the world to her. I would tell her to not get attached to anyone because, even if they died, they left. She has bright, icey blue eyes, and I want to tell her to cherish them while she can. I want her to cherish the time she had with everyone because they're all gone now. What I would give for more time to be that age. I would tell her to not let the real her become muddled with what she's being trained to become. There are so many things I need to tell that little girl, but I know that's impossible. I've been on a journey to find her and save her from her future life. The life that flips upside down and leaves her cooped up in her room in tears. I want to prevent her from having cuts and bruises that later leave to scars. It may take years, but that's time I'm willing to lose in order to find, and save, that little girl.
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To Feel
PoesieJust a girl putting her feelings into words. From poems to unsent letters, I pour my soul into each piece. Many of the pieces are about the dark parts of my mind, and wanting types of love that I'll never be able to have.
