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Dec 2019
The nights I spent wishing upon the stars
The days I spent dreaming of my fairytale ending
The times I counted hoping it will move faster
Where is the little child in me? I have to find her!

The nights I stared at the moon hoping to reach it
The days I looked forward to having my own story
The times I wished growing up will be faster
Where is the little child in me? I most definitely have to find her!

That story my mother would tell
About only two types of people in the world
The bad people who are always bad
The good people who are always good
And me who would only choose the way of the good
Where is the little child in me? I must find her!

Tonight I look up to the stars, with no wishes to send afar
All the thousands of wishes I sent so far
All stolen by the wind of time
Tonight I look up the stars, with no wishes at all
Where is the little child in me? Where do I find her?

Today I woke up in haste
Eyes wide opened from the dream of terror
Reminding me of all that has been robbed of me by failure
My fairytale washed away by the spread of sad ending
Where is the little child in me? I am yet to find her!

The clock ticks at me one second at a time
Slower than a minute but too fast to spare a glance
My hope of catching up with it forgone
By seconds I waste away trying to stop it
Where is the little child in me? What must I do to find her?

I look at the moon from my broken window
So far away from me but still shines
Mocking my lack of power to hide from it
With every step, I take towards it, I fall thousands of steps away
Where is the little child in me? I have tried but still can't find her!

My story becomes the perfect story of strength
Only in the head of my own, heard with my ears
Story of how I have no chance of survival in the world without eyes
The only ones interested in my sad endings are ones waiting to ridicule me
Where is the little child in me? Have you seen her around?

I halt every time I hear the sound of the jingle bells
Hoping to stop time from playing with numbers
Numbers that keep adding up to my age
Every day goes in the blink of an eye, Yesterday I want to bring back
Where is the little child in me? Can time bring her back?

Remember that story my mother told me?
About only two types of people in the world
The bad and the good people
Why did she fail to tell me?
There were other types o people?
I am the type that lives in the future, Hopes in the past but fails in the present...

Oh, where is the child in me?
If only wishes can me made,
Dreams can be realized,
And Time can be stopped
I will find that girl today...

Will I ever succeed? I wonder.
Written by
Thia MK
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