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Seconds pass, hours and days, stuck in a mess she did not create. She wonders if life was a mistake or if next time her mind will break. A mind that is old beyond its years, she wonders why no one cares. If people are really so unaware of what a little girl is forced to bare. Her feelings are numb, but she does not succumb. She knows her time will come, when she can escape this scum. That I have to post this upsets me: My poems are copyright. I am sharing my poems for you to read not for you to post willy-nilly to a website, in your newsletter or anywhere else with out my permission. I am available, leave me a message. Especially to those who change the name of my poem and not give proper credit. You should be ashamed!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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