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This is the story of a little girl with wide eyes fighting through storms of broken plates and unforgettable lies fighting monsters of darkness with a sword of dim light living hell on earth until she dies The little girl wants freedom like any other commoner in this kingdom because they're all caged by the idea of lonesome and no one taught them how to prepare for this life so gruesome This little girl is just a little girl who wants love but giving love is tough for technically, anyone can enter her cove and not everyone is going to love the same and unfortunately there really is no one to blame Her cove is filled with darkness and she is the only source of light When she's put out and tired it's quite dark in the dead of night There's no one coming to light her up again so she has to find it in herself to get back up again even though she knows it's hard to find it in one's self There's no one coming, she says There's no one there She breathes in a breath of smoke filled shaky air The darkness is a pool, no knight in sight to come There's only her her and her lonesome
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Jan 19, 2019
Jan 19, 2019 at 11:23 AM UTC
The little girl
This is the story of a little girl with wide eyes fighting through storms of broken plates and unforgettable lies fighting monsters of darkness with a sword of dim light living hell on earth until she dies The little girl wants freedom like any other commoner in this kingdom because they're all caged by the idea of lonesome and no one taught them how to prepare for this life so gruesome This little girl is just a little girl who wants love but giving love is tough for technically, anyone can enter her cove and not everyone is going to love the same and unfortunately there really is no one to blame Her cove is filled with darkness and she is the only source of light When she's put out and tired it's quite dark in the dead of night There's no one coming to light her up again so she has to find it in herself to get back up again even though she knows it's hard to find it in one's self There's no one coming, she says There's no one there She breathes in a breath of smoke filled shaky air The darkness is a pool, no knight in sight to come There's only her her and her lonesome
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Jan 19, 2019
Jan 19, 2019 at 11:23 AM UTC
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