Once there stood
A little girl
Kind, carefree, and compassionate
Where had this little girl gone?
She's nowhere to be seen
I'll tell you where she went
She isn't exactly dead
But she isn't exactly alive
You see
She's there but she's not
Always locked away
Never to see the crack of dawn again
Or to even see how beautiful the night can be
She's locked away
Forever
Because she learned the hard truth
Pain came her way
And in order to survive
She became someone else
So you see
She isn't exactly dead or alive
She's someone new
YOU ARE READING
Insight
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