Game of life
You remember when you first laid eyes on her you and him were in your late years, to ready for children eager to change gears. When you first saw her the plans that you made, a list in your head to all the things you'd expect. Intelligent and eager to please she'd do anything to fulfill what you need. But young as she was big shoes she was forced to fill not ready but eager still. The list went on and grew as she got old but no one noticed to lost girls soul slowly getting darker as she grew old but later in her year that little girl now a young lady tragedy struck and the sweet girl ran out of luck
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