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What happened to the little girl I used to be,
The one who never changed, who reached out to the world,
With tiny, insignificant fingers?

Please dont shatter these frail and fragile bones,
Every little broken dream and shattered memory,
How can I still think that everything is my fault?

I'm tired of forgiving myself, and blaming myself,
For the incompetence of the human soul,
For everything I never knew how to do.

Sometimes hate isn't enough to turn this world around.
Dear God,
Open your eyes.