There hasnt been a day, I havent wondered about something.
Why is it, the way it is?
Why I am the way, I am?
The need to reflect, relive, and recover.
Reread the lost pages from my life.
Search for the meaning for my life.
I remember a little girl, who was inquisitive and questioned every thing.
I remember a little girl, who was afraid to ask for things.
I remember a little girl, who was happy and contended.
I remember a little girl, who didnt understand why people chose against her.
I remember a little girl, who cried sad tears when she was left alone.
I remember too many little girls.
Too many girls all combined into me, as I am now.
Why I am, the way I am?
Deep inside me, there is a voice that wants an answer for everything.
I created this blog, hoping to find some water to quench my thirsty soul.
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