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I'm sitting here thinking. . . of a life I wish I had. One full of hope and dreams and limitless possibilities. I think of all the things I dreamed about as a little girl and I wonder sometimes where they went. How I've failed that little girl so many countless times. And I wonder sometimes could I get it back. . . that innocence, that purity and love for life that was once there. I'm getting older. It's a natural progression of life, I feel so alone. So disconnected from the place I used to be. I don't know anymore, I guess I just need to disappear and never come back.