Once upon a time, i lived. Once upon a time, i didnt cry. Once upon a time i didnt want to die. Once upon a time, there was a little girl. Once upon a time, that moment was when that little girls world ended. Broken girls just nod and blink away the tears. They are still broken. They still go along with what everyone else wants. Even if they explain they get shot down and end up with their head in their hands. Little girl ready to say shes sorry. Its always are fault. Three lessons i learned. no one wil care. No one will say anythig and no one will save you. Once upon a time there was a different little girl. Then she grew up so her moved on to me. He always moved on once they got older. He would wreck that new girl too. Just like all the oes before. Like me. Nothing would make that girl happy and nothing could erase what he had done. Now i lookdead. But im just partway there, a living dead girl. I have been for 13 years. I wanted to run, but i couldnt. I tried it didnt work. I wanted to run but there was no where that i could go. I been smashed and put back together so many times that little things can kill me, break me down back into that llittle girl with her head in her hands. But a least there was no other little girl. It should have sopped before me.
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