Once upon a time,
Not so long ago,
Lived an unhappy girl
Living an unhappy life.

One day,
She fell down a hole.
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She called for help.

No one answered.

The little girl was all alone now,
At the bottom of an endless pit.
Nothing to hope for,
Nothing to lose.

She first tried to help herself.
Finding twigs to build up.
But they were twigs,
And twigs snap.

Then, she tried to call for help.
Anybody passing by could hear her pleas.
But nobody cared,
And nobody came.

The little girl tried and tried,
She yelled for help and hurt herself.
She jumped high as Jack’s beanstalk.
Cried as loud as Hansel and Gretel.

Eventually,
She came to terms that she was alone.
Alone and done for,
She laid down on the cold rocks below her.

She reflected on herself.
Her happy ending wasn’t coming,
That’s for sure.
So what could she do?

As darkness slowly enveloped her,
She smiled grimly.
“I was done for from the start.
Unwanted and uncared for.”

“I hurt myself and starved myself,
Nobody listened.
I tried to make a scene.
I had tried everything.”

“Now,
I start as I began.
An unhappy girl
In an unhappy life.”