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Short blonde hair, large brown eyes

still in the innocent age of five

everyone thinks "oh, shes just a child"

"how would she know this world's wilds?"

battered and torn, like her only bear

she sits by the tree in her own little chair

singing to her self, she hums the tune

only she know the melody of the moon

the light from the moon shines though

as for a short while she can forget about being "blue"

happiness comes to a harsh end

here come's her life's sad game

"Amanda! Get your lazy ass in here!"

he calls drunkenly over his beer

the little girl runs into the house,

heart beating faster than a mouse

the pain ahead is far worse

then being born into this curse