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This one too was written in the same day but at midnight...

Flashbacks hunting

A little body sleeping

In a lonely bed

Away from love

Away from home

Away from protection

As the sound of cries echoes through the room

Little do they know she wasn't sleeping alone

Demons hunting her

Memories killing her

So little she couldn't defend herself

Against the harsh life against her.

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