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Jan 21
The girl opened her eyes.
She looked up.
Then she made a wish.

She wished to feel,
To see,
To breath.
She wished that life would become beautiful again.

From her point of view ,
The world was dead.
Dead or dying.

She wished that ,
People would be kinder.
That little girls would never know the same pain that plagues her at night.
The kind of pain that only occurs, when your heart has been trampled,
And your tears are dry.

She looked up at the stars,
And made a wish.
Written by
Ally  18/F/Canada
   Fawn and Perry
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