inner child

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Who will cry for my little girl? the little girl inside of me... I guess, I forgot to consider her feelings.  I forgot to ask her if she is okay if I batter myself…I forgot to think about how saying hurtful things to myself,  I hate you. 
Into my happy place- Stella D’vine I seldom visit you anymore. Into my happy place. Where the grass grows in an array of colors. Where the sky shows nothing but blue.
walls imagination runs away from me where they also happen to speak free Walls built up tears and harbored tension wanting to be stuck in an alternate dimension WALLS
Another sunrise, another sun set, another day gone Time flies and waits for no one Ready or not the tick tock of the clock song Always moving always going Want to slow down but no time for that
These walls are clutteredwith the scribblingsof clumsy hands.Small fingers clench markerstoo big to hold tight enoughto articulate dreamstoo great to let go of.Us “grown ups” know nothing
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