Since childhood, she bore witness to pain scattered like autumn leaves, compelled to navigate a life veiled in mysteries beyond her tender understanding. The little girl, with no power to seek solace from those around her or run away.
Even though it touched her and fostered her with affection, the storm around her remained loud and boisterous a cacophony echoing in the chambers of her soul. Like coral clinging to existence amid crashing waves, she diligently covered her wounds, layer upon layer.
As sadness persists into the present, it clings to a heart adorned with countless patches. May time unfold gently, with the grace to soften the edges and bestow kindness upon the journey ahead.
-VIC
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