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Jun 2013
Once Upon A Time there was a little girl
and once upon a time I was a little girl.
Running 'round to the sound of the breaking glass
as the champagne spilt on the floor.
And I danced to the sound of a lost girl
who was raising a child on her own.
And I ran with the sound of a half grown boy
that was raising a child all alone.
Help was offered for a price
but they didn't have the payments.
And no one knew that that little girl paid a price of her own~
Zoe Mize
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