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Apr 2015
She feels alone,
She feels so scared,
She lets out a crying moan
If only someone would've cared.

She could still be saved,
Yet no one cared to help.
This dying girl needed the love she craved,
or the girl would no longer whelp.

She had no mother, nor a father
And so no one decided to bother
The girl that cried out into the night
Could no longer put up a fight.

She was found in the alley
Behind the dumpster where she lies
The cops did nothing but cover her and sigh.
And they all later forgot about the girl we once called Sally.
Triston Albert
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