A mother. A father. A child.

A mother. A father. A child.

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It's a blur, she can't understand well, memories of her younger days hit her. She's feeling a bit dirty, washing away old stains She's feeling a bit confused, who is "she."? He's not sorry, he never was. He's exposed, she is so smart She's done the deed Left for her to grief.
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(-COMPLETED-)For this 14 year old girl she died at five so everyone thought? But one thing leads to another and in my life it did. She was there but not there a young gone girl she was. But she wasn't gone just out of reach of human sight. She was in the unknown the far unknown that she herself didn't understand. The only way to know was to ask yourself why.

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