A child’s mind is a fragile thing.
A spirit can be broken yet, still roam free.
To take her for granted so easily.
Shameful pieces mimic the glass.
Hurtful truths from the past.
The lies you told;
Made other’s see.
A sacrifice to which meets the eye.
Seems not all are blind, to your pack of lies.
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