Stolen Childhood

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Teddy

she stands alone,

her face turned up,

cheeks wet with tears,

eyes wide with fear,

little hands clutch me tight,

and though she holds me up in fright,

his large hand comes down with might,

her little cry echoes mine,

her whimper shows he's crossed the line,

we fall together, i roll away,

her hand reaches out, calling my name,

he stands above her, six feet high,

she cries again,

i watch her die.

Hey, the name 'no capitals' was on purpose... :) Tell me what you think..

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⏰ Last updated: Mar 28, 2014 ⏰

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