She holds that baby picture of herself
Like it’s the pride of her life
And the best thing she’s ever found:
Proof she once
lived
a normal life.

She's shocked at how much she’s changed
How strawberry blonde grew to brown
How eyes once blue,
Became a green-gray fog.

She hugs that torn, rag-edged picture
To her heart
Hoping to hear the laughter
That once poured from her mouth

Devilish eyes look better on toddlers
Than on teenagers

She can’t pull off cute anymore
Or beautiful
Because now she knows that
When she was two years old…

She was absolutely gorgeous

But she’ll never have that innocence again
And there’s no way to turn back time
No way to prevent herself from taking that first step

Cut is the closest she’ll ever come to cute again.
[one letter can make a world of difference]




*changes made with help from Sharon Rose*

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