Challenge
Write about not being able to see ahead of you.
Any genre, prose or poetry.
Cry
A blissful little girl,
in a not-so-blissful world
thinking that she'd
never grow up.
Eyes were bright
but clouded dark
with happiness
that left its mark.
Poor little girl
she didn't know
the ugly world
the masks for show.
All she knew
was laughter
she never knew
that one day
she would be broken
and only know
how to
cry.
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