The Girl left alone
no one for comfort
no where to call home
She is tattered and torn
She is blistered and worn
Her fragment mind is running thin
Her judgement of heart is growing dim
The Girl left years ago
no one to satisfy
no where to go
She is battered and bruised
She is mistreated and used
Her fragrant tears are dripping slow
Her calloused hands drawing the end
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