not my photo…
She was, forced, to leave her childhood behind, she was basically, DRAGGED, away, by those god DAMN, FUCKING, RETARDED, adult counterparts of hers…
Forced, to leave her childhood behind, she didn’t expect it to be this hard, but it was, very difficult, because even after she was forced away from her childhood, she’d often, recalled the days when she was still, living happily, as a child.
Forced, to leave her childhood behind, she’d cried, after her mother told her, that she would need to, grow up now, and start helping the family, as her pop had left them all behind! Forced, to leave her childhood behind, how could she? She’d just, begun her journey in life as a child, for only a little while, and now, she’s being forced, to leave all of that wonderful time behind? How can she? When she’s still, too attached, to everything that’s happened to her as a child, is happening, and will happen, to her as a child?
the most cherished memories, still NOT my photograph…
Forced, to leave her childhood behind, she did, and, as she was, forced, to separate from it, she’d held back the tears and not made a single noise at all! Forced, to leave her childhood behind, she’d grown up, without knowing what a childhood should be, and now, as an adult, she works, really hard, to preserve the innocence that she never had when she was growing up………
Life, the Obstacle Course 