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She scribbled her dreams on the stars, Fireflies slipping through her grasp, Love letters to a fleeting past, A girlhood she could never clasp. Ink-stained hands and teary eyes, Wishing on the falling skies, A valentine to the self she lost, Reclaiming her soul at any cost. I wrote a love letter to the girl I once was— a symphony of fleeting dreams and firefly wishes mistaken for stars. This little book is a collection of stories of lost girlhood, fleeting dreams, and the quiet search for self-love. Through ink-stained wishes and fireflies mistaken for stars. Stories of girlhood, a sanctuary for those who find solace in ink-stained nights and scribbled constellations.These pages are her heart—fragile, fierce, and overflowing. Hold it close; it has much to tell.