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She was seven
With friends playing
She was seven and healing
Yet fate is cruel to her
For monsters are attracted to her, hopes crushed to powder
She was seven, already broken but kept breaking
But she was smiling
She took a knife with a hope to ending
But pen she found and started writing
– January 18, 2024
© Rarity
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