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Starving for love, anemic and weak,
Used and abandoned, turn the other cheek.
Screaming inside to be held for a while,
need someone to listen and care for this child.
Only a little girl, trapped and alone.
Surrounded by pain where love should have grown.
All hope is devoured, my will is destroyed.
Each morning brings sadness at living this void.
Time is my enemy, the future is dread.
Sleep brings no peace when I lie down in bed.
In my bones I am sure that true love is real,
But cruelly thus far I have yet to feel
One touch of its promise--one caress of its care.
I'd die just to touch it, but it isn't there.
Hopelessly dawn comes again every day.
Its cold lonely laughter seeming to say
I don't deserve the love that I seek.
I'll never find it. I am too weak.
Only the strong can survive this cruel world.
I'm just a frail and scared little girl.
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