11 year old girl,
walking to school,
backpack full,
head held high.
13 year old girl,
long sleeves covering her arms,
tights on her legs.
it was only 2 years.
but those 2 years held pain and secrets that could never be told.
11 year old girl,
walking to school,
backpack full,
head held high.
13 year old girl,
long sleeves covering her arms,
tights on her legs.
it was only 2 years.
but those 2 years held pain and secrets that could never be told.
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Comments3
Poky,
…and no one noticed
‘long sleeves covering
her arms,’
and
‘tights on her legs’?
Laura🌻
A wee bit of context could go a long way here you know, poky.
some things need to stay wordless, to insure our survival..
but only those self-centred morons, of the world
will assume that wordless communication, isn't screaming LOUD! enough
to be heard, and understood with empathetically gleaned clarity: all on its own...
(a poignant and impactful write, thanks for sharing)
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