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Tears running down dirt stained cheeks.
Little feet that are battered and bruised.
Lost in the horrors of life.
Running for her life.
Not knowing where to hide.
No one to protect her.
Her troubles following her always.
Lost in this moment.
Stuck in her memories.
Forgotten by those who know her.
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