Wanna read my poetry?
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http://stratahawk.deviantart.com/Story of a GirlA little girl, she's only five,
Sits alone on a playground swing.
Watches all the other kids pass her by,
Oblivious to why she should be crying.
A mind so innocent and blind,
How was she to know the truth,
To see her tragic tale beginning.
A little girl, she's only thirteen,
Sits alone at the lunch table.
Can't bear to look, but hears the words,
And now knows why she should be crying.
Retreats into her own little world,
To sit and read her own tragic tale,
But the first chapter, it's all blank,
Testimony to lost and forgotten memories.
A little girl, she's only seventeen,
Sits alone in the school courtyard.
Can't feel the eyes or hear the words,
And lays in bed every night, crying.
Never had the chance to be a kid,
Her tragic tale forced her to grow up.
Reminisce and read the story over again,
But this time there are no blank pages,
And finally she sees the harsh reality.
A little girl, she's only five,
Still sits alone on a playground swing.
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