Mikayla Haberbosch Biography

Little lady,
dressed in white.
Little lady,
so contrite.
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Why me?
Why was I chosen,
To be special?
Why me of all people?
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I try not to think about it,
To dwell on the past,
But the memories creep in,
And make the tears flow fast.
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I’m scared,
So scared.
Scared of living,
Scared of believing.
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Living with hate,
Guilt,
Fear.
Hating the human race,
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