I've been adopted before. All the same, I'm very sure. They see me, adopt me, then gift me back. For I was doomed to live, in this shack,
Today, they say, they've found me a home. Where I'll be happy, and not so alone. But what they don't know, is what makes them my foe. Because where I go, is a place too low.
For this place roams down. In the quarry around. Of people who don't care, or people of flare.
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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.
