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As the 6 o clock news ends
She looks up with a face full of innocence,and grace
eyes filled with pain
She runs too her mother,where she hopes she'll find comfort
How come things have too be this way,she yells at her,voice full of disgrace
Assuring and loving Her mother answers
Everything will be Ohkay,her favorite line next too come
Its not the End of the World..
She looks up at her mother and thinks outloud,
Face filled with questions..
Are you sure?.
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S B | Year Posted 2011
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