October 16, 2009
The wind blowing in my hair as I wait for nothing
Hoping someone would come along and take me with them
Kidnap me if you like, just as long as I’m loved
Stories told by the eyes of people
Danger showed through emotions
My story is told by the girl
The girl who always feared of getting hurt
The girl who shed tears at night when she thought everyone was asleep
The girl with the two pigtails her mom always did for her before she went to school
But she isn’t that little girl anymore, she’s something new
She roams the street as if she owns it
It’s like she bought everything and everyone on it
She’s undefeatable; almost close to a new species
What happened to mommy’s little girl

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