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Oct 2014
She was more alone then ever
No one would talk to her
A little girl at the age of nine
She had never felt pain like that
She sat in a field at recess
To cry and forget
Then they came and picked her up
Not physically but emotionally
She never let them go after that
They don't realize
How much they mean to her
Would you believe
That little girl was me?
I was walking down my lane of memories and decided to make this
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