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Oct 2019
A little girl
who didn't know better.
A child
who was nothing worthwhile.
Only there for longing stares,
Only there for curious hands.
Big, scary, curious hands...
She might be at risk for something
oh, so dangerous.
But she'd never know.
She never knows.
She's just a little girl
with no world of her own.
When she's older,
maybe she'll be a little more aware
of her tiring, terrifying situation.
But no one can help.
They'd only laugh.
Wouldn't believe her.
Even while she's crying her heart out,
taking in deep, labored breaths...
Nobody's there.
Nobody was ever there for her.
And soon,
that same little girl
will be hanging
on her ceiling fan.
Lizzie Matthias
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Lizzie Matthias  16/Cisgender Female/Scandinavia πŸ‡©πŸ‡°πŸ‡ΈπŸ‡ͺπŸ‡³πŸ‡΄
(16/Cisgender Female/Scandinavia πŸ‡©πŸ‡°πŸ‡ΈπŸ‡ͺπŸ‡³πŸ‡΄)   
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