A long time ago, there was a little girl, as gentle as a snowdrop, who wanted to experience the unknown. She did not know how much it could affect her, how much she would enter the darkness of life, a trap from which she would no longer be able to escape. Her eyes shone with the burning desire to feel what it would be like to be loved by someone that fate had brought into her life. What this little girl didn't know was that every love has an ugly side, a side where you feel like your innocent and pure soul is falling apart into thousands of pieces that will hardly be glued together. She was always looking for love, being, for her, a goal to be achieved at any cost. She wanted to know how it feels, how it penetrates her heart until her pulse increases at the thought of that person, what it's like to dream of him every night, what it's like to feel wanted by someone. The little girl had not experienced love from her father that often, but when she did, she felt the blood in her veins flow faster and faster. She wanted to make him understand that she needed validation more often, but she never knew how to do it. She asked left and right, but she knows that all the advice she received was of no help because she knew her daddy best and there was no way they could help her. So the little girl went forward with the thought that one day this would change, although in her subconscious she knew that no one could have such a big impact on someone. Sometimes she wonders if ahe will always seek love and attention from people who won't reciprocate, if these are just steps she has to climb to get to where he is meant to be. The little girl, now, was looking out the window, looking at the world passing by on the street, small children, teenagers, mothers, fathers, all of them having a different aura, a unique one that she would have liked to discover. She wants so much, but sometimes time is so short that she settles for a little. She would like to see others trying to be what they want, but she doesn't often succeed. So the little girl moves on, hoping to be seen as she is.
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