It started with a Girl,
A sound soul at that, peaceful, and innocent.
This Girl played games that children play and tried to live life peacefully up until the age of 6
& She was free...
At age 6 is when she started to know things and the love she had for the woman that brought her into the world was no longer a priority in that woman’s eyes.
The woman was hurt, and broken to the core and the anger that was flames burned the
innocent soul to a crisp over the next years to come…
At age 12 the Girl lost faith. The Girl was bitter and vengeful. Broken and Hurt like the women who brought her into the world.
She had the coldest Soul with the deepest scars meant to show.
A show of her struggles, and her weaknesses.
Her tears never making it at least past her nose was the force of pride to keep her from breaking at every moment that was given to her.
The woman was a cold soul as well, and the anger that was flames burned the bitter soul to a crisp over the next few years to come…
At age 18 the girl was confused, bitter, and vengeful, and far from innocent.
The woman was weak now, a weakened soul, and done. Done with struggles and with life.
The two souls were at opposite ends, a norm almost, but yet the same.
At age 18 the Girl collapsed and felt the world push her around into tiny spaces, a suffocation.
The girl was hurt, broken, weak, vengeful, bitter, and far from innocent.
The inheritance of emotions was unbearable.
The woman was gone...
& the Girl slowly fell apart...
About the Creator
Victoria Vargas
Hello all! I’m a Chicago native and currently in school as an English-Creative Writing major with a minor in Art. Hopefully some of my work is worth the read and I hope it enjoy it!
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