There was a little girl who was strong, smart and independent, who would sleep to moonshine lullabies, feel the day as if it spoke to her (just her) and smiled at the world from a distance. She revelled in the secrets whispered by the wind. She smiled knowingly, too knowingly, and kept to herself.
How can I be that girl again?
Forget your midnight mid-dream breathing, your summer smile, so refreshing. Forget the rhythm that we walked and the language no one else would get.
How can I learn to walk again, see again, be again?
Kill the me I was for you and start again.
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