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by Brooke Apr 20, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / other
She stands in the crowd with a lonely tear, waiting to be seen. she has such a pretty face with a body tall, dirty and lean. No-body knows, no-body cares about this little girl’s life. When she was six her father murdered his scared, innocent wife. The little girl ran, trying to find a Warm place to stay. But the cold hard crowd around her, Ignored her day after day. With all that stands beside her is her shadow on the wall. That sharp painful memory of the day she witnessed it all. A single tear runs down her face and drops on her shirt, The story behind this little girls life is short but full of hurt. She curls up in the corner, and begins to prey. "Please let someone notice me" she says that everyday