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Young little girl still new to the world. How could life be so cruel? Stepping outside from her safe ride. Finally home from school. Across the street to her mother she'll meet, but she never did make it there. Driver couldn't see, could've been you or me. Sometimes life just isn't fair. Young little girl erased from the world. How could life be so cruel?
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Feb 14, 2016
Feb 14, 2016 at 11:57 AM UTC
Seneca Allen
Young little girl still new to the world. How could life be so cruel? Stepping outside from her safe ride. Finally home from school. Across the street to her mother she'll meet, but she never did make it there. Driver couldn't see, could've been you or me. Sometimes life just isn't fair. Young little girl erased from the world. How could life be so cruel?
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Feb 14, 2016
Feb 14, 2016 at 11:57 AM UTC
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