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Forsaken.

Mummy, why did you leave me here?

A precious little girl,
I should be walking down aisles
tossing petals; people admiring me.

Yet I’m locked out
to bitter colds,
                              to be forgotten
                                                            a soul forsaken.

Um I don't know speak the truth lol :)

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