She cried out for attention—was it really a game?
Or was it the only way they’d remember her name?
Her voice, an echo, lost in the night,
Drowned by indifference, swallowed by spite.
Her grandfather’s eyes, heavy with shame,
Saw only a liar—never the pain.
She was a burden, a whispered regret,
A shadow of sorrow he’d rather forget.
Lonely, broken, battered, and...
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