This is the story of a little girl who grew up. This is the story of a smile that in time faded to memory. This is the story of a laugh that no longer echoes in joy, but in hushed pain. This is the story of imagination, gasping for air before killed by her own thoughts. This is the story of bright dreams flickering in the distance so far out of her reach, dreams that she once held in her heart. This is the story of a girl who grew up, and let everyrhing she once held close slip from her grasp. This is the story of the little girl who grew up.
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All The Small Things
Non-FictionAll the small things. All the shit I feel like ranting and venting about so maybe for once someone can see the world from a fucked up teens perspective.
