"She looked into the past and wondered where that whimsical girl had gone. The girl that ran through fields on a whim, believed that fairies danced deep into the darkest nights, and saw the most beautifully clothed flowers in something that the rest of the world had titled a weed. She wanted her back -- the girl that frolicked without a care for the perceptions and judgments of the monochrome world that surrounded her. She knew she was still there, but she was afraid to embrace the courage it would take to set her free."
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