Once upon a time, there was a girl who had made all the wrong choices. She was once innocent and free with a head full of dreams. She lived a life dearly moulded by the beloved people she grew up with. She would run down the hills on school days and laugh about how the dog was chasing the butterflies it could not reach. She was like a rose bud ready to bloom; like an egg ready to crackle ,not knowing she can either get plucked or get broken first for her to be ready for the world. Her life was satisfied within one hilltop from her beloved town.She seemed not to have a single worry in her perfect little niche. She saw the world with all the colours it gave her to paint and play it with,until the world started playing with her.



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