In the night she dies,
In her mind she dies,
She watches the other
Children play...Her only
Game is the agony of being alone,
Her only home is the pain that
Mauls her mind.
She begs to be loved but they all
Walk away as heart bleeds from
The solitude of their making,
All She wanted was to be loved
Like every other child she knows,
In the rain she feels the pain
Of the coldness and hunger.
Fear befriends her as night falls,
She sleeps alone where no one knows
Her,She dies alive as she walks the
Streets all by her lonely.
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