Crushed Confidence

Hallie doesn't talk much anymore.

Many words once spoken 
At walls and windows
Written, scribbled on her sleeves 
Notes and promises and stories 
In the air, flying with the sparrows
Catching the breeze and drifting away
Like her spirit 
Like her innocence
Like her soul

Hallie doesn't talk much anymore.

◄ Wheatfields

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