I look in the mirror and see a tired, weak face with shady hazel eyes and bags under them from sleepless nights and tear shed...I wonder what the hell happened to the little girl i once knew as Hannah Grace...Her eyes two emerald pools of deep thought and innocence...so beautiful...still strangers to the wicked views of the world that lurked around her....I want her back...i want her white brilliant hair and soft fragile skin that matched the color of the snow on a crisp December day...I want to hold her for all the times she reached out but found emptiness...i want to tell her she's loved for all the times she called out but found silence where love should've been...
Sweet little girl who knew no wrong...rest in peace...
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