one day

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I remember when I was little,

I would throw

a penny into the water fountain.

I'd flip the coin, 

and make a wish. 


I would wish 

for toys

or candy

or items. 


but now 

as I stand at the 

same wishing,

water fountain,


I flip my penny

and instead 

wish to be saved

from all this torture. 

just one day. 


I wish for them to stop. 

I wish for me to get better. 

I wish to be protected. 

I wish to be happy. 


one day it'll all be better, 

I tell myself. 

one day. 

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