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Aug 2016
The nights she layed awake
the smiles she had to fake
The tearsΒ Β she cryed for those who left her
a broken toy tossed like trash
Burned till all that's left is ash
No idea of who she use to be
She's not sure of her identity
They left her for a new
Those who stay are very few
She cried and screamed
It went unheard it seemed
Begging for a hero
Someone to understand
The pain and sorrow of the past
And the idea that nothing lasts
The nights she layed awake
The smiles she had to fake
A broken toy tossed like trash
Burned till all that's left is ash
Written by
Anonpoetgirl  South Africa
(South Africa)   
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