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Little girl, don't you know you're gone?

No one wants to hear your cries- come along.

You've long since been banished and unwelcome

stay in memories to reminisce on.

You're a pleasant thought to revisit, but one undesired to live

Please refrain from appearing often, I like silence when checking my reflection.

Become the grown woman you must be, no more can you cling to me

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