Her desires should be simple. Lots of other children to play,with, toys, ponies to ride, climbing trees, dolls, bicycle races, getting her fist kiss from a boy with braces. Outblushing a hibiscus, and feeling ten feet tall. But none of these secret wishes, hopes, or dreams ever are what they should be for her. Because she has to be old way beyond her years. A women in a little girl, to serious, to deprived, the high price of having survived, contrived to rob her of innocense and youth, like diamond rings and pearls of wisdom serve as her dowry, betrothed to a hard life with harsh realities, and dreams plauged the little girl, waves of sorrow dashed upon on a treacherous human sea. Compassionate hearts shed a tear for the child who never got to be? Trapped, flung straight into premature endless responsibility. Forever chained to broken dreams, so it would seem. Lexi Hilife
Reason for writing:
Having to grow up too fast, and missing the wonderful silly things that make up a childhood.
Birth sign: Leo
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