Saturday, April 14, 2012


I looked up at the sky and remembered what I once was. I thought back to the time of happiness, and hand picked flowers. The pink dress flounced in every direction as I skipped through the garden. A fence was too high to climb over and a stone was an island in the water. A place, where you could escape. Now, I wish I was that small in the woods. Where my laughs echoed.

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