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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required This is a story about my lost, dreadful life. I wonder out of this pain what shall arise, From the rubble of a life built on hope and lies. Born into failure I took my first breath; In the arms of a jail nurse, My first look at death. My first day of life, Which for me would be a saga of unending strife. An unending search for one heart to love me, One hand to hold, one soul to touch me. So tell me out of this pain what shall arise, From the rubble of a life built on hope and lies. Another dreadful day is still ahead to come, you say. I bare to see another day; I've got to say you're right. When I lie down at night I'm scared to fall asleep, I'm scared of what might happen when you're out of sight. I'm eleven years old today, Do you want to leave you say? I'm standing in the shadows, trying to get away from you. My life has been terrible ever since I took my first breath. What is it that you want me to do? I know now what's out of this pain that shall arise, From the rubble of a life built on hope and lies. I've always hoped you'd never find this. I guess you can't live your life on hope and lies right? So if you're reading this now, I have nothing else to bare, nothing else to fear, no one to hide from, no one to be scared of because here I lie never less never more in the cold wet ground; rejoicing. Now I feel no pain, torture, suffering nothing at all but happiness. You're asking why, why not me instead of a poor, innocent little girl? She's laying six feet under today 'cause of me. I used to wonder out of this pain what shall arise, From the rubble of my life built on hope and lies.
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