discarded
left alone
icy breeze
not enough
of clothes
homeless
in this cold,
he spits
his venom,
you're
no
daughter
of mine
anymore.
Chases
his
little
girl
with
clinched
of fists.
Now
she
feels
more
alone,
left
with
little
credit
on her phone....
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