Once she was a little girl

Once she was a little girl, with flowers in her hair. She knew not the ways of the world, she knew not the future hurt.

Once she was a little girl, who built up walls, hid from the world. She did not know what life would bring, all she could was hide and sing.

Once she was a little girl, believed in good, believed in fate. She could not make sense of life, she hid it away for another day, one when she could face it strong.

Days passed by, the weeks and years, all this while she hid her fears. Until the time she’d come to face, the demons hidden in their place.

She was not a little girl, she had grown, and seen the world. Now the walls began to fall, did she want to face it all?

She’d made mistakes, she’d hid the pain, now it came to stake its claim. Her heart, her soul, it all ached with the knowledge that she gained.

She was not a little girl, she had grown, and she had hurt. The demons they came out to play, came to harm, came to stay.

She was now a woman grown, those walls she’d built, she’d torn them down. Now she knew what she must do, she must face every mistake.

She was now a woman strong, she fought the demons, she faced them all. Some days it felt they’d never leave, the pain too much for her to keep.

She was not that little girl, who built up walls, who hid her world. She had grown a voice so strong, a voice that carried hope and righted wrong.

The demons played their little games, replaying memories, causing pain. She hid away for a little while, bathing in the cold embrace.

So familiar was the pain, it felt like home, it felt safe.

Once she was a little girl, who hid away, ignored the world. A martyr and a victim, why could not the whole world see?

She was not a little girl, she had grown, seen the world. Victim no more, she settled the score, banished the demons one day more.

She could now see light and dark, knew that both need coexist. As the moon needs the sun, as the shadow needs the light.

She could face the darkness knowing, there would always be a dawn. With the rain, life renews.

Once she was a little girl, who hid away, ran from her fears. Now she faced them terrified, but knew she would always survive.


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