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i open this book,
and then i see,
a small crying girl,
who looked like me.
she was quiet and small,
"poor her" i thought,
with ragged black hair,
and a ripped up smock,
"ill smile again"
she said to herself,
so assuring the thought,
i doubted myself.
"why ish she crying?"
i said as i wondered,
"sad girl, are you dieing?"
i read as i pondered,
"i am unloved.
no one to see,
to dry up my tears,
to live a life with me,
i am unhappy,
never again,
will i love this guy nor marry him,
its as simple as that.
no more i say!
no more love,
no more today-
but then again,
who am i convincing?
no one but myself.
i am reliving,
my own darkest dream
a goal upon myself.."
on that day,
i always looked back,
because that girl was me-scared to be-
all alone by myself
"please let me be.."
said that quiet little girl,
as i put that sad book back on its shelf....