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There once lived a girl,
Who created her own world,
With her best friend named ann
With fair skin and eyes a brown tan,
She created this land,
OUt of the softest sand,
the lakes made of hunny and milk,
The clouds as soft as silk.
Nobody cried, Nobody lied,
Everyone had fun, Out in the sun.
Never a cloud in the sky, as the birds flew high,
Never a trace, of a childs sad face.
But in reality,
there was no such world,
just a broken heart, inside a broken girl,
Her mother died,
Her father abused,
Mistreated misunderstood,
in many ways misused.
One day he came home,
The girl only wished to be alone,
so she locked the door,
and croushed low on the floor,
Maybe he wouldn't notice her,
maybe hed go off to bed,
please let him leave,
the little girl said,
But he pounded on the door,
when he broke in he saw her on the floor,
he to far this time,
her heart ticked its last chime.
A blade came down,
she died with not a frown,
but a smile on her face
because she wa finally in her special place.
The world she played in with ann
was where she would stay
forever nwo and more,
swimming in the milk and hunny bay.
At the funeral home,
nobody had shown,
but if anyone had cared,
Or given thought to glance a stare,
They'd see a little girl
clutching to her prized possesion,
Ragedy ann her best friend,
and this has been the young girls confession.