Born to be alone

A little girl was born. She cried as she took her first breath of air.

She wasn't born with a destiny. But she couldn't feel her feet neither her toes, knees or legs.

She spent entire days commanding her legs to move, all in wain. She shut the world out and started to molest her own legs in grim and fierce experiment.

Then one day she rose. She walked trembling but blindly agains the door. As the door swung open and the sunlight pour down over her, she shed tears. A man walked past on the street. The once little girl shouted out for his attention and tried to run towards him. The electric cord stretched and snapped. The once little girl now fall to her knees crying, then face down on the cold street. The man was long gone.

The girl didn't fight her destiny as she thought. She strove against her nature and the true nature of yourself, will always remind you of your true form.

There is no meant to be, but you will always fall back to yourself. Limitations your never can change.

Once there was a little girl, she wasn't born with a destiny. But in her eyes the tears stopped her from telling the difference.

Born to be alone, no there is no such thing. There is only born unloveable.