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Jan 2019
She lay in the corner
hungry,*****,and cold.
She was all alone
and she was only 7 years old.

With her parents dead,
she was left on the streets.
Her body covered in scars
and blisters plastered her feet.

No one noticed her abandonment
all too busy with their own lives.
She will rot in her grimy skin
because no one hears her cries.
Crystal Freda
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Crystal Freda  25/F/Louisiana
(25/F/Louisiana)   
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