I started calling the girl back… the one who loved living, who danced instead of walking. The girl who has sunflowers in her eyes and fireworks in our soul.
I started playing music again, hoping she would come out. I looked for beautiful moments so she could feel safe enough to come out.
Because I knew she was in there … she just needed me to show her. It was OK to be me again.
Concrete Angel
I started playing music again, hoping she would come out. I looked for beautiful moments so she could feel safe enough to come out.
Because I knew she was in there … she just needed me to show her. It was OK to be me again.
Concrete Angel
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