Tuesday, 18 February 2025

Poem

 "I started calling that girl back. The girl who loved living, the girl who danced instead of walking. 

The girl who had sunflowers for eyes and fireworks in her soul.

I started playing music again, hoping she would come out. 

I started looking for beautiful moments to experience, so she would feel safe enough to show herself, because I knew she was in there.

And she needed my kindness and my effort to come to the surface again."

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