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Comments about Eloise O'Brien
I weep to think of going home,
Whilst I am there I'm so alone.
I wish I had a friend to keep,
If only I would love them deep.
I hate the thought of being there,
for I am treated with no care.
I am thrown here and then thrown there,
I'm screaming as they drag my hair.
The call me runt or something like it,
Does me no good to try and fight it.
I do not know what it does mean,
It can't be nothing good it seems.
I do not want to live or feel,
They make me lie and cheat and steal.
I've tried to run away before,
But Kal caught me and made me ...