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Little Girl On The Swing
Alone she hid in the closet
Screams ricochet through the halls
A disturbing hole, punched into the walls
Close to her chest, she held her tattered doll

He grabbed her arm, threw her on the ground
The sound of her crying, coming from all around
Her skin thin, bones showing from within
Neglected and weak, she had no friends

She grew to hate people, social skills gone
A solemn...