She smiled up before ...
She smiled ... She could get along with her aunt or cousin ... She used to hand pick the best friend of class, as an innocent game of children, she was excited get to see her favorite uncle and immediately went to hug him, she used to wait for the mom got home from work to go to bed together, she liked what her mama liked but did not like to admit it, she enjoyed eating desserts mom, she loved to go out late at night with mom and move a block over the previous weekend ... for the little girl was a new place to meet, she liked to dance, but was ashamed to the party of the little dancing partner and she slept well ... enjoyed the night ... liked it and if it were not for ever but I would not wake up either the mother or aunt did, everyone has at least one requirement ... the girl had to go to school. Yes, she definitely slept well, well ... dawned like every child or teenager would and should, she took the breakfast, she was careful and responsible, at least I could.
She trusted herself, she dreamed of becoming a great writer, she believes in dreams ... she smiled to remember before ... She grew up, the little rose and pointed out that nothing would have disturbed his innocence, that nothing has scared , become so insecure about everything and of itself, become so sullen and shy at once. The grown child, the adolescent attempt circumvent the memory that was eating up all the time but the memory was already an indelible mark and then failed, she turned and twisted mind ... dark, lonely masked over the years that stick in your skin and now I know how to remove without being hurt, when she looks back attempts to recover the face, one that conveyed a naivete and innocence happy to return to be accepted and not feel excluded, to speak as he did before, to play, to love each other, she wants to become child for not being afraid to go after the mother everywhere, getting used to be more emotional and say what you feel, and so then had managed to say I love you Zahir. She ... not intended to be so hard, but can not change the person he has become, which have made it because she remembers that she cried and beg for help, but nobody could hear the music ...
She will continue trying to single have something that can look like small several years ago ... maybe a look, from time to time until it succeeds, or at least smile, one that was even before
remember ... She smiled ... She could get along with her aunt or cousin ... She used to hand pick the best friend of class, as an innocent game of children, she was excited get to see her favorite uncle and immediately went to hug him, she used to wait for the mom got home from work to go to bed together, she liked what her mama liked but did not like to admit it, she enjoyed eating desserts mom, she loved to go out late at night with mom and move a block over the previous weekend ... for the little girl was a new place to meet, she liked to dance, but was ashamed to the party of the little dancing partner and she slept well ... enjoyed the night ... liked it and if it were not for ever but I would not wake up either the mother or aunt did, everyone has at least one requirement ... the girl had to go to school. Yes, she definitely slept well, well ... dawned like every child or teenager would and should, she took the breakfast, she was careful and responsible, at least I could.
She trusted herself, she dreamed of becoming a great writer, she believes in dreams ... she smiled to remember before ... She grew up, the little rose and pointed out that nothing would have disturbed his innocence, that nothing has scared , become so insecure about everything and of itself, become so sullen and shy at once. The grown child, the adolescent attempt circumvent the memory that was eating up all the time but the memory was already an indelible mark and then failed, she turned and twisted mind ... dark, lonely masked over the years that stick in your skin and now I know how to remove without being hurt, when she looks back attempts to recover the face, one that conveyed a naivete and innocence happy to return to be accepted and not feel excluded, to speak as he did before, to play, to love each other, she wants to become child for not being afraid to go after the mother everywhere, getting used to be more emotional and say what you feel, and so then had managed to say I love you Zahir. She ... not intended to be so hard, but can not change the person he has become, which have made it because she remembers that she cried and beg for help, but nobody could hear the music ...
She will continue trying to single have something that can look like small several years ago ... maybe a look, from time to time until it succeeds, or at least smile, one that was even before
Someone stole my innocence ...
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