Little Poems
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Just a little girl lost in a rainstorm,
waiting for the clouds to disappear...
All alone in a world that hates me,
there is nothing left for me here.


Daggers in my heart...
Gunshots to my soul
Repair seems so distant
What again will make me whole?


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