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Write, write little girl
With all your hearts content.
Spin tales of fantasy and whimsy,
When your own life is a burning hell.
Mothers' dead,mother's dead
The doctor said.
Father couldn't bear the pain.
Little girls have no say,
In the twisted games adults play.
No knight in shining armour,
To save the princess from her tower.
No prince to save a girl from poverty,
No oxygen to save a brain,
From total destruction.
Little girl ,little girl,
You write so well.
Write me something,
That demons and hell can tell.
An ode to the dead mother,
Who lays in the tomb.
Little girl why can't you stop,
Writing your pure fantasies.
Jack and jill went up that hill,
But jill fell down the well,
And was never heard from again.
Little girl can't stop you now.
I hope you can tell,
Where the line of reality ends,
And where fantasy resides.
Write, write little girl
With all your hearts content.
Spin tales of fantasy and whimsy,
When your own life is a burning hell.
Mothers' dead,mother's dead
The doctor said.
Father couldn't bear the pain.
Little girls have no say,
In the twisted games adults play.
No knight in shining armour,
To save the princess from her tower.
No prince to save a girl from poverty,
No oxygen to save a brain,
From total destruction.
Little girl ,little girl,
You write so well.
Write me something,
That demons and hell can tell.
An ode to the dead mother,
Who lays in the tomb.
Little girl why can't you stop,
Writing your pure fantasies.
Jack and jill went up that hill,
But jill fell down the well,
And was never heard from again.
Little girl can't stop you now.
I hope you can tell,
Where the line of reality ends,
And where fantasy resides.
