Little GirlA Poem by Debra OlivierA girl who was in pain but couldn't get the help she needed.
Underneath,
Lies the dead; just like the little girl lies in her bed. She was hurt... from day to day... She lies there in pain. Nobody wanted to help her all these years, Not even when she was crying down all the tears. This little girl no longer lies in her bed... This little girl is now part of the dead.
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