The little girl

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I miss the girl I used to be; like her eyes that spoke of innocence and her mind that was full of wonder. but of all things, I miss her heart the most. The heart that loved ferociously without a hint of fear. A heart that loved so greatly the universe could burst into tears. How pure and unblemished. For she was a girl who has never been hurt. Carrying a heart that was pure love to the fullest sense. How I wish I could love that way again.

β€” Conee Berdera

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