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This is a story of a woman who has

nowhere left to go.

A woman who has committed every sin

there is to know.

A woman who makes love all day

and cries all night.

But either way,

it’s the tears that she’s crying

that proves she has a soul.

A soul that won’t give up

without a fight

but weakens with every insult that cuts

like the truth.

A weak woman with a strong soul that is

dieing.

This is the woman we look down on

and look away from.

The woman we hope our children will

never grow up to be.

But as children do grow,

so do we.

Children are forgotten.

This woman was once a child.

But that sweet child,

she’s never again.

Children should not be judged nor exploited.

A child becomes the soul that we carry

until the day

we die.

When we look at a woman like that

in her eyes,

there’s still a child.

The lost woman you see

is the child in me.