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kakae
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I dont know what to call this. What would you call this? it just came pouring out of me.
What do you think of it? what can you pull out from it?
im trapped as a little girl. i really believe that. who is stuck and cant escape. cant grow. im like a seed. as a child. you are supposed to be nutured and loved and cared for. my family was suposed to be my soil. my ground. my foundation. the water was supposed to be my friends, who encouraged me, helped me grow as a person, thro bad and good experiences they kept, and the sun, the sunlight was supposed to be me, me, proud of who i was. my high self esteem, my confidence. optimism. giving me light to keeping on going, so i could see the end of the tunnel. lighted my way thro dark times. All this, so that i could bloom, into a beautiful flower, with purpose and reason. my beauty would impress. i would be proud and loved and wanted. But no, im still a seed. thats drying up. dying inside. cold. desperate. just a seed. not that flower i so desperately should have been. all these flowers around me are blooming. but i am still unborn.
What do you think of it? what can you pull out from it?
im trapped as a little girl. i really believe that. who is stuck and cant escape. cant grow. im like a seed. as a child. you are supposed to be nutured and loved and cared for. my family was suposed to be my soil. my ground. my foundation. the water was supposed to be my friends, who encouraged me, helped me grow as a person, thro bad and good experiences they kept, and the sun, the sunlight was supposed to be me, me, proud of who i was. my high self esteem, my confidence. optimism. giving me light to keeping on going, so i could see the end of the tunnel. lighted my way thro dark times. All this, so that i could bloom, into a beautiful flower, with purpose and reason. my beauty would impress. i would be proud and loved and wanted. But no, im still a seed. thats drying up. dying inside. cold. desperate. just a seed. not that flower i so desperately should have been. all these flowers around me are blooming. but i am still unborn.