Brooke Armstrong
I still get sad about it sometimes
Yet
I reach out to that young girl
Grabbing her hand,
I tell her
“It’s been some years, you’re safe here now in my arms”
As I give her a hug.
We go for a long walk together
I reassure her
Times do change
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Times Do Change
1/18/24
7:45pm
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