She was a girl with simple dreams and an even simpler life. No foes, just a few friends... three, four or five!

She lived in a small town between beautiful hills, amid vibrant flowers, a true heaven. It was always supposed to stay that way. Oh, she was mistaken.

Took her first step there, uttered her first words, and won her first prize. Known by all, she was like a star that could only rise. But then they took her away, breaking all ties.

She loved her packed family, crowded rooms, dramatic banters, and a bustling home. But it slipped her mind that content is as brief as foam.
When one of her loved ones had to leave, she kept herself strong. Another stepped away for god knows how long. A bonding that felt thrilling, now always held something missing.

Her last hope became her sister with whom she let all her goals and dreams bind. They were like two inseparable fingers, connected from heart and mind. Time brought another cruel goodbye; a twist of fate, so unkind.

Desolated, now her friends were where she found solace and love, shared with a history of affinity. But one day, they came and told her, 'you need to split with them', they just said, 'it must be a plan of the one who is above.'

She cried she fought, her companions were where warmth was sought. But nobody cared, none was spared.

With a heavy heart, she told her mates, 'We must part.' They consoled her, 'Don't be hurt. Let a new beginning start.'

On the final day, they met and wept. But in the end, only delicate promises of 'forever' could be kept.
So leaving behind a history of comradeship, she walked away. She still remembers it to be a dreary November day.

Exited the gates of her birthplace; her small heaven, with tearful eyes. She felt that her new life wasn't as perfect as promised, not a surprise.

She yearned to come back to everything she left behind and reclaim. But the worst part is that even if she does, it will never be the same.

All she wanted was to survive, somewhere inside her, she knew she'd be alright. But it was a new responsibility with no escape. Her world was crumbling and so was her faith. 

Upon everyone around her, she heavily relied. She was as vulnerable as the sandcastles that dread a full tide. They told her, 'We'd be by your side, be your guide.' But where were they when she wanted someone to wipe the loneliness she felt inside? And that day, all expectations she had, died.

Pummeled with the harsh reality, she yearned to become a resilient stone. Be a flower, short of water, yet it grows. Because nobody will be there when you need them the most. It's the rule of life, add it to your notes.

She learned not to let the change in life be a failure. Wait for nobody's favor, at the end of the day, you have to be your own savior.

So on she goes, yet the golden memories still rush back. Sometimes, it's hard not to crack when wherever you look, is black.
She's struggling to adjust; a suburban dweller striving to turn into a city girl. After all, she can't fall behind, she needs to sparkle like a pearl.

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Wouldn't exactly call it a peom because my rhyming sucks but this is just an impulsive midnight composition.