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A little broken girl

Lays in an empty bed

Scared of the dark

Who once took away

A reason for her smile

A reason for her life

Darkness takes over her room

Darkness puts her to bed

To dream of nightmares

To sleep with demons

Hunting her

Humiliating her with fears

She only finds comfort

In her books and music

Who seem to be the only things

That makes her crack a smile

As her soul screams and ache in pain

Her cries dies down

Letting sleep overtake her

To a place unknown

Where there will be memories hunting her little body

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