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She had to find the necklace before her mother realised its missing.
It was mother's prized possession.
A necklace whick held stories,
A necklace which held history,
A necklace which held memories.
Brokenhearted would mother be if ever she found out it was gone.
Mother intrusted me,
But her I failed.
Snatched it was by a bully,
Hidden it was by them.
Guilt pools at bottom stomach.
Mother, mother,
How would you feel?
I know you'll be sad but I hope you're not mad.
Sorry,
Failed, I know I have.
Till moon was not found,
Now to know you shall...
-Zzil
