she's not like the other kids. she doesn't run up to us and jump on our backs and beg us to swing her around. she's quiet and rarely talks. i've never even heard any of the other kids call for her.
quiet and reserved, somehow poised and mature beyond her age. i've often wondered why she is how she is. i know that everyone has their own personalities but living in a place like the hole, i immediately assume something has happened, or she's experienced something that makes her this way.
despite the crazy kids jumping, and twirling, and screaming around her, she found a friend. one that was quiet and reserved just like her. her new friend scooped her up in her arms and i happened to catch their bond. i believe in kindred spirits. have found a couple along this journey. i know what an instant bond can do for the soul. and since i happened to see her crack a few shy smiles, i think she may have found hers.
quiet and reserved, somehow poised and mature beyond her age. i've often wondered why she is how she is. i know that everyone has their own personalities but living in a place like the hole, i immediately assume something has happened, or she's experienced something that makes her this way.
despite the crazy kids jumping, and twirling, and screaming around her, she found a friend. one that was quiet and reserved just like her. her new friend scooped her up in her arms and i happened to catch their bond. i believe in kindred spirits. have found a couple along this journey. i know what an instant bond can do for the soul. and since i happened to see her crack a few shy smiles, i think she may have found hers.
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