Anne Marie was once a bright young girl with so much potential.
She was scared of the unknown.
She was scared of what she didn't know about life, about herself, about what all this is for.
She always had these vague dreams and memories, and this way of telling stories, of speaking her truth that was different.
She felt her voice should be heard.
She felt a deep want, need to understand the meaning of life.
She had always felt so deeply, cried so much, cried so easily, hurt too much, loved too much.
Love will always hurt her.
She was used to it.
She had grown to accept this life in which rather than "sailing her ship" fearlessly like Josephine March in Little Women, she was a passenger in a ship that wasn't her own, which made her feel instantaneously miserable and hopeless.
She thought being realistic about her dreams meant throwing them all away, one by one.
They didn't believe in her enough, they didn't care enough, they didn't know her well enough to know that deep down, she is just a lost, lonely, confused child looking for her home.
Home has never felt like home.
Love has never felt like love.
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Slgtlyscatt3red
Slightly scattered. Just a woman with autism and ADHD that loves to write poetry, create art, and sing.
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A poignant story of Anne Marieβs inner struggles, capturing her longing for meaning and love deeply touching! ππ