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Aug 2018
A child.
Just a small child.
Left to hide from the world.
The small bits of hope she carried,
Where all but smashed
By the cruel hand that raised her.

A 14 year old girl.
Just 14 years old.
Yet she carried so much on her shoulders.
Left to hide away from the ones who she thought would
Care for her
And protect her from evil.

A 16 year old girl
Just 16 years old.
She cries to herself.
She never lets anyone see how she is broken,
Just becuase of the cruelness of life
That left her shattered in tiny pieces.
Written by
Alex  23/Non-binary/Kentucky
(23/Non-binary/Kentucky)   
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   sky-blue and Keith Wilson
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