The little girl with the big dream,
Is now a big girl with little hope.
She can only recognize death and hate today.
Unsteadily she walks the path she took,
Instead of the path she hoped for.
Although, not dark,
She is constantly reminded of all her dead passion.
Whatever happened to that drive?
That ambition?
All has been replaced with mistrust and a cold heart.
She wishes she could do it all over again,
To go back to the thriving daydreams, and happiness,
But time won’t turn around,
The memories won’t be rewound.
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