A Little Girl
This little girl is different from the others she’s afraid of herself;
She’s afraid of everything.
So afraid that it makes her not afraid.
Until, she becomes broke down,
And hurt so terrible she becomes vulnerable.
Each time she becomes vulnerable all her fears start to overtake her.
She’s afraid of spiders and insects;
Afraid of death, life, and darkness.
She’s afraid of love and being alone;
Afraid of hurting people,sirens and failing.
Most of all she’s afraid of letting go and forgiving.
This girl is me.
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