Little Girl
Just a little girl with brown hair and brown eyes.
She used to spin around, dressed up in her tutu and crown, back when life seemed easy.
Little brown-eyed girl, still waiting to be set free from all the weight she carried.
That little girl, growing with each passing moment, letting the magical experiences become memories.
Letting herself become free of the past that once drained her.
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