The lost girl

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A girl that didn't know the difference of freedom and caged. She felt like a puppet with someone else pulling the strings, she couldn't go left without being told she couldn't go right without being controlled, she did not think she was free all she knew was what she seen. She looked up and saw a light she wished she was gone and out of sight. They looked for her but all they found was the strings hanging in the light, they wonder why the strings were there and where the girl went who was there. The truth about the girl is this the light did what she wanted to be gone and out of sight.

Makes you think about the girl, and how lost she felt in the world.


A/N this is something I wrote when I was six, after my father was diagnose with cancer.

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