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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required There was once a little girl She was always in her own world Loud, happy Living through life as a reverie Waltzing through the golden days of her youth. Then the devil came along He didn’t hit her, Didn’t scold her, No, he didn’t even touch her. “Be quiet,” The devil whispered. She never heard him. “Be quiet,” The devil said. She heard him, but paid no heed. The devil soon went away, But not forever. “Be quiet,” her mother had whispered along the lines of. “Be quiet,” her father shouted. And the devil smiled in a corner, For her voice slowly dwindled Amongst the ironic ballad Of the walls of her home. She was too much for this house, She thought. She’ll leave soon, she thought. Soon she’ll be out in the world, Where soon she’d never be told to Be quiet. Soon. So she left. And the devil smiled in a corner. But lo, the little fool pranced out into the world, But all she could hear was “Be quiet.” And no matter how hard She tried to recognize the Devil’s voice In those words that pierced through her heart, All she could hear was Her mother’s whisper, Tinted with disappointment And her father’s thundering voice, Varnished with anger. And the Devil rejoiced, For her voice was now no more To be heard, Rumpled and Corroded; She was finally quiet, Drifted apart from the kaleidoscope That she thought life was. Now that little girl is no more; Not dead, no — But not alive. Merely existing in the black and white tapestry Of being. And the Devil has won.
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