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A sweet little girl,
She was only five.
This is what happened
When she was alive.
Her dad was a drunk.
Her mom was an addict.
Her parents kept her
Locked in an attic.
Her only friend
was a little toy bear.
It was old and worn out
And had patches of hair.
She always talked to it
When no one was around.
She lay there and hug it,
Not a peep of sound
Until her parents
unlock the door.
More and more pain
She'll have to endure.
A bruise on her leg,
A scar on her face,
Why would she be
In such a horrible place?
She grabs her bear
And softly she cries.
She loves her parents,
But they want her to die.
Such a bad life
For a sad little kid,
Beaten repeatedly
For anything she did.
Then one night,
Her mom came home high,
And the poor child was beaten
As hours went by.
Then her mom suddenly
Reach for a blade.
It was sharp and pointy,
One that she made.
She thrusted the blade
Right in her chest.
"You deserve to die,
You worthless pest!"
The mom walked out
Leaving the girl dying.
She grabbed her bear
And again started crying.
Police showed up
At the small little house
And quickly barged in.
It was quiet as a mouse.
One officer slowly
Opened a door
To find the little girl
Lying on the floor.
It must have been bad
To go through so much harm,
But at least she died
With her best friend in her arms.
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