There is something so consuming my days. But anxiety as the major. Longing. I miss it so. I'm no longer a 7-year-old girl, surrounded by her family and play until she get tired. I am now 17 years old and will eventually away from a family, learn, grow and find my own way. I'm aware of it. About me. About the people around me. About the situation. No one survived except a change itself and our love.
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