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I'm not sure how old I was when I wrote this....I could do cursive so I'm thinking 4th or 5th grade. It's amazing how you realize you're the same person though you feel you've changed.

I'm a paranoid little girl

awaiting her death

afraid of the days to come.

Every word he says

another arrow through my heart.

Liars.

He doesn't love me.

No one does.

God beside them,

it's not me he's forsaken!

Their breath is hardened;

Mine has stopped.