The girl carefully thread her way through the uneven paths.
But she could never be careful enough.
Fate still robbed away the things she loved.
Flowers entwined form the most beautiful picture.
Yet, in too tight of an embrace they would just strangle each other.
It doesn't take just a day to find nothing belongs to you.
The flowers wither as the weed creeps up to a new flower.
The forest remains ever changing.
But no matter how much it changes, the girl would remain a stranger amongst these trees.
Her heart should have stopped beating five years ago.
Now that she had failed,
she shall suffer the anguish of lonliness she had failed to escape from.
The bunny rag doll drops at her feet.
One would never doubt something that is truely hers.
She picks it up.
It's back to square one.
Perhaps it's time to make an escape again.
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