911
Were they letters no but only numbers
Numbers that freed their souls but broke multiple hearts and changed lives forever
Bright blue eyes dripping with tears
Little bruised body
Innocence stolen but hope never failing even though it would only get hadder for the bright eyed little girl.
One day she'd know what it feels like,to be loved and cherished
To be wanted.
Sep 16, 2017
Sep 16, 2017 at 5:05 PM UTC
911
Were they letters no but only numbers
Numbers that freed their souls but broke multiple hearts and changed lives forever
Bright blue eyes dripping with tears
Little bruised body
Innocence stolen but hope never failing even though it would only get hadder for the bright eyed little girl.
One day she'd know what it feels like,to be loved and cherished
To be wanted.
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