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LITTLE GIRL LOST
Over in the corner, she sits all alone waiting for someone to come and take her home she doesn't remember where she was yesterday she remembers the pain, but not the way. She's only fourteen and a woman full grown trying to fight for a life of her own she's tired and she feels so sad she dreams of the good life she never had Hopes and dreams shattered on the floor a hard awakening with the slamming of the door no one cares how she looks or how she feels she looks in her pocket for a handful of pills Sitting alone, no one seems to see her strife a little girl lost in a fantasy life liquor and pills keep her forever there until her mind is gone, she doesn't care She cries for help, but no one will come only her pills can keep her lost and numb she slowly falls upon the ground and cries and that is where she sadly stays and dies.
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