You made me strong. You taught me well. I am the torch bearer to the truth you whispered in my ear. I am your little soldier, and I will never forget that you saved me. I am still your little girl at heart even though the world is a cruel place; don't you worry about me. Although certain things have changed me, I refuse to let them reduce my sense of self. I have let go of the illusions I used to cling to but am still naïve. I am ready to conquer my demons and will always be your daughter.
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Mundane Musings of a Misunderstood Mind
Non-FictionAs the name suggests, these are snippets of the things that play on the author's mind; whether it is an oddity of society or a thought that randomly lingers a little longer than usual. You can call it creative writing, philosophy, lessons, musings o...
