There was a girl once. She was brave in her fear and as awkward as she was outgoing. She lived her life one day at a time while she made plans, Big Plans, for her future. She laughed with abandon and let love fill her heart. She was wise beyond her years and felt blessed to have learned her lessons so young, albeit the hard way.
There was a girl once. She was broken and broken-hearted from one too many falls along the way. She failed at happiness but didn’t quite have misery figured out, either. She was wise beyond her years and it was a curse.
There was a girl once. If there was one thing she wanted, it was peace of mind, and if there was one thing you were sure to get it was a piece of her mind. The wheels in her head never stopped turning; the voices in her head never stopped screaming; her feet never seemed to stop moving.
There was a girl once. It was as if she always knew the right questions to ask and she always knew the answers; she always knew just want to say. She’d never admit that deep down, she didn’t know right from left or wrong. Who do you turn to when you’re wise beyond your years?