Elice in wunderland

Elice in wunderland

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I wake up to the sound of tears. Who's are they? Do they need help? They sound lost,afraid, wanting something more. Who could it be? There are girls and boys who cry all the time in the orphanage but not for their parents, mostly because they hurt to bad in and outside. Who could this young girl be? Then I get up and look in the mirror, it's me.
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