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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required There once was a little girl who played in walk in closets She'd shut the door to the world outside because her mom was neurotic and psychotic And her step dad was a raging alcoholic This tiny space was her safe haven for her imagination to fly metaphorically See her mom would talk nonsense her brain couldn't comprehend And her step dad was drunk and would speak sideways in tounges He would get violent and mean to the little girls mom and that was so scary Also her mom would go on a warpath for the smallest of infractions And grab a wire handled flyswatter and swat this poor little girl til she was black and blue all over Oh yeah. And her mom was religious and would take the little girl to church with long sleeves on and tights to hide all the whelts on the little girls arms and legs One time in the bathroom at church the little girl was on the potty and her auntie walked in and saw all the mayhem on the little girls body And exclaimed Oh My But nothing was done and the little girl had to go back home to play in her walk in closets all by herself again So by this time for this little girl the damage was already done She found out real young that no one cared anyway That she was worthless and unloved so escaping in closets was her only way to freedom with her imagination Then time passed and this little girl grew up still feeling worthless and unloved and no one cared anyway And that's when the psychopaths started their feeding frenzy on her They picked up on her pain and played their sickest of games They knew she hid in her imagination and wove stunning tales of how they loved her. Fantastic and unbelievable fantasies And her imagination would fly metaphorically Until the last psychopath she had a relationship with wanted to destroy the art behind her imagination That's the day this little girl who used to play in closets woke up and said to herself That's all I have left of me is my artistry and no one is going to take that away from the little girl inside of me So she opened the door of this little girls closet Stepped inside and grabbed that little girl and they walked out of that tiny space together with the promise of brighter and freer days on the horizon Not looking back. Not even glancing
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