The tragic day, of hate and despair. The day my parents, showed me no care. People say my parents just wanted me to have my best chance. But really, they didn't want me, in a glance.
Now I sit alone, nowhere to go. But the deep sorrows, down below. When will they find me, or if they shall seek me. Is the question I ask. Thinking about my past.
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Lost
PoetryPerry was lost, you could even say she was a lost girl. She grew up as an orphan, not being remembered by anyone, and felt as if she was invisible. she didn't know that anyone loved her, until she was found.
