There she is, the little girl. She stands still, there’s no essential movement. She stared straightly to a little boy inside the store across the road. Her eyes wildly followed every single move of that little boy inside. Suddenly, she smiled. Read her lips, “Dear God, today I want to be that little boy.”
There she is, the little girl. She gets into the store. She walks toward the little boy. He kicks the trolley, she did the same. He cries on the floor, she did the same. He finally stops crying and realize that there’s something wrong with this little girl in front of her. He stares at the little girl, he’s getting terrified. He run away to her mom, the little girl keeps sitting on the floor. She smiles in such a freaky way, her eyes wildly searching around for her next victim to be imitated.
There she is, the little girl. Today, she’s a little boy. Yesterday, she was her mom. Last year, she was a whore. This year, let’s just hope that she finally could be her very own self.
*picture taken from Getty Images
There she is, the little girl. She’s a poor girl, poor of personality. All she can do is to imitate others. Each and everyday she could be anyone she wants. Could be me, or it’s could even be you. And the worse thing, you won’t even notice it. How creepy is that?
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