Save This Child
Once there was a tiny girl, so very sad.
As her tears fell they washed the viverant colors
right out of her world.
Grey was the tinge left behind in her eyes.
The weaping that fell from the windows of her soul quickly transformed to ice. As the chrystals strung down her beautiful mask, she aloud biterness within and apon her face.
Her heart was cold, she could not feel.
Her tiny little body could no longer embrace
any love for the pain made her numb. All that was left was an empty shell that was filled with hatred and rage. Without any notice not a thing
was done to save this child, who was only me.
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