Little tattered girl who wears a torn dress and torn shoes.
She grows hungry for freedom and she thirst for desire that never comes.
She roams in the darkness searching for light, thinking that if she was a butterfly, she could take flight.
She pulls at her skin to make sure she’s really alive, trying to feel something other than the nothingness around her.
She falls to her knees in sorrow and pain, but help comes to no avail leaving her to beg barter and steal.
Little tattered girl with no hope left in her heart please help is coming don’t give up . Don’t give yourself away to the dark.
There's A Broken Little Girl In All Of Us
-Lisamarie-
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