To the one I once knew
Those days of glee and joy, we know, no more.
A laugh, a smile, came across her sweet face
Purely and with Purpose.
She was lovely, admired by those for the traits she never let go.
Curses never left her lips, French braids and Pig tails.
The apple of her mothers eye.
The fights that never came.
The friends that never left.
Innocent and soft spoken
Hurt blanketed in cracks of her heart.
Hidden away for other times.
Hearts whole, mistakes unspoken.
I miss her.
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