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The lonesome girl cries out for help she cuts and bleeds so she may just lie down. Forever into darkness she tries to leave life behind, no one to turn to, no where to hide, she digs deeper and deeper trying to run, run from the world that's thrown her aside. Used and beaten under great oppression. She lives alone in a world of depression, away from the good and stands for resentment. Raped and neglected at the end of each night, by a couple of men with sick twisted minds, 11 years old and on her own, this confused little girl leaves the world...

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this poem because my friend put me up to a test to write about a specific detailed poem and I came up with this

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