In amidst the sea of cries
Flow muted, homely tears.
While humbling in her parents’ eyes,
In hers burn pensive fears.
Now shall she grow to womanhood,
She’ll find she worries, as she should.
Though,
Why shun the demons she should meet,
When bitter lives are bittersweet?















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Thank you Stranger, for your therapeutic smile.
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