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She sits with her dreams plastered on her wall,

Thinking what can I ever do to get it all,

Timid and afraid of the world outside,

She sits in her room admiring the pictures in magazines,

Everyone always told her she was too little to have such big dreams,

So as she sits and she cries,

Wondering why,

Why no one believes,

No one to hold her tight,

A parent missing to kiss her good-night,

Not a single person to tell her the rules,

That's why as she flips through the pages she drowns herself in the bottle,

In the arms of a broken home,

Too full of shame,

And she can't take the pain,

Violently she throws the bottle at the wall,

It shatters like her dreams,

Alcohol has stained her soul,

But she doesn't care,

Not a single person wonders if she's alright upstairs,

So she sits on her floor in a puddle of beer,

Refusing to cry another tear,

There is now a hole in the wall, that once held her dreams.