Like the dots on my shoe, pieces of my life have become fragmented.
Still that little girl with the big brown eyes scared of the world around her. Desperate to climb under a warm blanket wishing it all away. Holding in the tears only makes it hurt even more. Looking for someone to tell her it's all going to be okay.
It will be okay. Just breath. Push through the dark to get to the light.
Hopeful. Worried. Happy. Tired.
Lose herself in a fantasy of alternate possibilities. Will she find her way back again?
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