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In the beginning,

it seemed as though,

everything went wrong.

She had to move,

make new friends,

fit in once again,

in this small little town,

far from where she once lived.

But soon she began to like school,

for it was better than home.

As she got a little older,

things kept getting worse.

Now she had two homes,

separate parents,

two different lives.

Depression almost won over her,

as she got sadder, and sadder,

and sadder.

But in the end,

love let her win.

She opened her eyes,

to see the real love,

right in front of her.

Love let her,

love let me..

win.



~*~ Jill ~*~