Dear little me,
I wish I could go back. I wish I could warn you. I wish I could tell you that your sweetness is preserved, and I wish I could tell you that the future is bright but I don't want to lie. I wish I could protect you from the trauma and I wish I could keep you from the horror,but your stuck in this picture, your framed in time and I can't go back. I'm sorry for the stress and pain that will be put in your path. I'm sorry for the whispers from others that I wish you could ignore.we shouldn't have let them change us. It's too late now, but who knows what the future holds all I know is that I'm struggling to see that there is one. So, dear little me, I'm so sorry.